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Christina
Smith © 2005
Why does frustration abide in my life
Oh how I want to break free and cry
No money
No freedom
What joy is there to speak of
Other than my heavenly Lord from high above
Please come down and restore my soul
Help give me the longing peace I deserve
Rid my mind, my heart and my soul
From this feeling of doubt and emptiness
Cause I know with you I don’t have to do without
But until then I fight with enemies inside
I, trying to break free from the fight of this life
Releasing from the bondage of strife
Sometimes I hate this life of mine
Not knowing where to go and having no where to hide
All that I do is cry
Trying to find away to escape this immortality
That in front of me just lies
I want to overcome this frustration in my life
This grief, this pain all hidden inside
Taking my life, sad to say, has been a strong option
Even then my problems still remain in existence
For now I’ve created even more problems
Cause I’ll then be facing my heavenly Father
Standing in front of him with grief and sorrow
Upon his face
Mourning my choices
Crying, seeking for answers
Asking why my patience had to be so thin
Didn’t I always say to you my child
I’d never put more on you than you could bare
You could have made it
If you truly desired
All you had to do was put faith in your father
I then pled and cried
Wishing I hadn’t taken my own life
Then my precious God wrapped his arms around me
Open your eyes sweet child of mine
For this was only a vision
I opened my eyes with newfound decisions
Wait it all out for God’s true blessings
For now I know
What my God says
And he’ll never put more on us than we can bare
For this revelation and release of frustration
I am for ever in debt to my creator
After all aren’t I a true Christian
Isn’t this my position
To give back to the Lord
For all he has given
Thank you dear Father
I love you Lord
Amen
-Christina Smith-
6/23/05
Christina Smith is 23 and from Valdosta, Georgia. She
works full time for a large law firm and enjoys writing poetry and
other things during her spare time.
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