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.

-Clint Dooley

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This poem was a way of drescibing my coming to know Christ.