My fall, my rise
“Falling is the act of letting go and letting go is the first step in being lifted up by the Holy Spirit.
My fall, My rise
Knuckles are burning , fingers are tingling, arms are shaking while my grip is breaking
How long, how far, can I endure this torture
I'm buckling under the weight of my own making
The world is a heavy thing to put on one’s back and hang with from the bars of self reliance
My way was paved with the best of intentions and still I have found that I'm in no condition to save that which has already been saved
To improve upon that which is imperfectly...perfect
All I have found is the pain of not letting God into my life because in my ignorance I thought myself his equal
My genie in a bottle to do my bidding whenever I call upon him
Knowing not how to kneel, I hung in agony
My knuckles were burning , my fingers were tingling, my arms were shaking, while my grip was breaking
And then it happened in a moment, I let go and when I did I fell to my knees, looked up and begged for mercy and forgiveness
Nothing was ever the same again
I had a new power guiding me, I looked through different lenses at the world around me and the weight of the world was off my shoulders
Falling is the act of letting go and letting go is the first step in being lifted up by the Holy Spirit.
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This poem was a way of drescibing my coming to know Christ.