Catholic Recovery Ministries Weekly Musings


Ode to My Lord My Everything Thanksgiving Poetry

When it may feel like no one can hear me.
When it may feel like no one can see me.
When it may feel like no one can help me.

When the tears weld up inside.
When the fears
keep me knotted & tied. 
When the years
tell me to decide.

When my life is no longer my own. 
That my thoughts no longer are known.
That my heart is no longer a stone.

No matter the pain
No matter the strain.
No matter the drain.

I find the peace that never Persisted 
I find the love that never Resisted. 
I find the hope that never Existed.

I wonder why I waited so long.
I wonder why I hated so long. 
I wonder why I debated so long. 

Now I have found
That I'm no longer bound
By that which I surround

That my freedom came through 
And just grew
And is finally true. 

Jesus saves my soul
The Holy Spirit saves me whole.
God saves me when I unroll.

No longer alone
No longer unknown 
No longer hidden

Finally free
Finally I see
Finally I'm me

The Holy Trinity is the one in three 
Thanksgiving daily is the Key










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