Hands Reaching Out

My hand reaches out longing for relief,
My eyes swell as I wander.
I focus my mind praying for belief,
Doubt is real as I ponder.

I think of the joy that once filled my heart,
Laughter and smiles galore.
Now times are rigid and I fall apart,
The days are battles and war.

I blame myself for the times that I face,
The things I shouldn’t have done.
I wish I had a foundation and base;
A fortress, joy, just Someone.

With all the problems occupying mind,
I neglect my Saviour God.
He is calling my name, “Come, be refined.”
I’m discomfited and odd.

I open God’s word and to my surprise,
He loves all, forgave and died.
He wants me to be free, honest, and wise,
Putting downbeat thoughts aside.

Now when I struggle with hands reaching out,
God is the first one I call.
Peace fills my spirit and casts away doubt,
I know I never will fall.

--A poem I wrote this week while I was getting discouraged and questioning the moments taking place in my life. I neglected to remember that God is always there and holding me every step I take. It seems as though when circumstances deteriorate and my emotions and life is at a low, that I cloud my thoughts with everything negative and push Christ away. May I always remember to raise my hands in prayer to God for comfort, and peace will transcend over my soul.