Though pain settles

In my bones

for the body

keeps the score,

My spirit calls to you at night,

this ache I can endure.

 

Lord, you once wore

raw stripes

from man’s abuse.

But crying out

you set me free,

saved from

sin’s refuse.

 

I look to you

for relief,

the lifter

of my head–

And bear my cross

with grateful praise

that for my

sins you bled.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:8 NIV)

The poem above is based on the Five Minute Friday prompt, Lift.

I often link-up with the following wonderful bloggers.

Mondays   Mandy and Michele/ Inspire Me Monday/Anita Ojeda

Tuesdays InstaEncouragements/Anchored Abode

Wednesdays  Recharge Wednesday / Tell His Story/Sitting Among Friends Linkup/Let’s Have Coffee

Thursdays Heart Encouragement  /  Tune In Thursday  /Salt and Light

Friday Blogger Voices Network /Grace and Truth Linkup/ Five Minute Friday/ FreshMarketFriday