Making a Living

I used to make a living out of tears
Allowed myself to be in fear.

All of the mistakes I made,
Were never repented for the One that laid.

This life has got to be new
Because I can’t bear this pain for too

Long on my chest, in my heart
Maybe, I can start to think smart.

Slip__Foot in layered holes,
I thought I could control

It. I can’t control it
This snake bites and bit

My body to sin,
I could be placed in this very bin.

Prayer? Help? Deliverance?
Will someone give me Perseverance?

No one to turn to but
You; Show me what to do

Save me!
Save me from the serpents and the bees,

From this fall
-ing acceleration!

Destination help me SEE…!

O, real light
Crusted eyes can see bright,

A clear vision with no fear in sight.

No fear in heart, though war may start, Confidence gives me light.
No more tears and pains at night.
I make my living through Jesus Christ!

Comments

samueltfranklin

The line breaks in this poem are particularly strong. Likely the visually strongest occurs with: "Because I can't bear this pain for /too/ long on my chest"--the linking of the two stanzas with one word gives a strong impression of continuality and a determined tone.

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