By Sharon Netzer
Force
There
is an obstinate force, I feel,
Which
is determined to be my foe.
It
keeps me torn as to where I should be
And
puzzled as to where I should go.
It
keeps driving me – I know not where—
Yet
I have fallen on my knees in despair.
Help
me God, today, I pray,
Keep
me in your care as a child of the day.
No
matter how rough may be my plight,
Help
me not to fail as a child of the night.
I
don’t want things corrupt—I want what is good.
I
want to walk in righteousness and portray the things I should.
The
world holds no refuge for one in time of need,
It
will laugh at you if you fail and scoff if you succeed.
But
God is our only answer, and He is always there—
He
understands our weaknesses and knows our every care.
Sn 9/2/75
This is a poem I wrote at the
meeting in Kingsport TN at the convention. I just would not let myself
believe that this assembly was corrupt. I kept telling myself it was me
that had to work something out. It was all my fault. I truly wanted
this to work. I needed it, and did not want to let it go. God spoke
to me many times in poems. That was our way of communicating.
Contentment by
Donna King