The Rock at the Bottom
Rock bottom, a fallen spirit.
Crumpled in despair.
A prayer whispered urgently,
To end the solitaire.
Rock bottom, deadly thoughts,
But asking for forgiveness,
So very sorry for the pain I’d caused,
And if someone could please bare witness.
To the Rock bottom of where I’d landed,
A harsh and desolate place,
But still I prayed earnestly,
For a loving and forgiving face,
To help lift me from this place, of Rock bottom,
I prayed that God send someone,
And in disbelief, I heard a knock,
And not one better could I have chosen.
But at Rock bottom, my brother came,
Asking “So what’s new?”
“Not too much”, I replied,
“How about with you?”
And as the pleasantries came to an end that day,
I realized my prayer had been heard.
That the Rock at the bottom was listening to me,
Not on deaf ears had fallen my words…
So I lifted myself up with the help of the Rock,
And I keep Him front row and centre,
As I know now without Him leading the way,
I’m nothing more than a disaster.