When overcome
With doubt and stress
When all I see
Is all a mess
Do I come over?
When overcome
With sudden soars
Of pelting rains
From visceral storms
Do I come over?
When overcome
My words don’t mend
Sweeping syllables
Dangling ends
Do I come over?
By His death and resurrection
Jesus gave us living hope
Outside of His divine protection
An uphill climb on slippery slope
Do I come over?
This is posted in fiveminutefriday.com The prompt is overcome
Love it! Your poetry flows and the imagery is powerful. Thank you for sharing. Stopping by from FMF!
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Thank you!
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Good job. Who needs Friday!
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Thank you!
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Mary, this is so good…love the refrain, “do I come over?”
Thank you for this!
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Love it Mary!!!
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