Like a tug of war
In the middle I stand
Feet digging down deep into the mud with arms outstretched to each side stuck holding the heavy rope
Feeling the weight of the tension pulling my soul
I look to the right, in that one hand, I hold the hope of life
The hope and belief that just as the Creator of all life life bent down and breathed his Spirit into that lump of dirt, forming Adam
He will breath his spirit into our child
Hope that he will bring life into fullness
Faith that he will he will answer on our behalf
That he will hear all those year upon years of prayers
Then, to the left to find heartbreak.
There I see in the other hand holding the heavy weight of sorrow.
Pain and suffering trying to convince me into doubt of my Maker
Grief dragging me to the left attempting to pull me right over
There I stand
In the middle of this tug of war
the tension tugging me
swaying my soul side to side
Like a boat rocking side to side in its harbor as the waves crash in, there also is my soul
Left to right, my heart trembles back and forth in the war of
hope and despair
love and hurt
trust and fear
faith and doubt
life and death
Worn from holding the weight in each hand,
He whispers into the weary crevices of my soul,
drop your hands from your side and lift them up to me
For in me you will find rest
I will carry those heavy ropes pulling you
Drop the rope
Drop the tension
Let it go.
The weight is pulling your eyes from me
Lift your chin, your tear-filled eyes up and I will dry those tears.
Stop looking to your left and to the right
rather look up at me
For in that moment you discover a peaceful rest to cover your soul
I will carry the tension
I will carry that rope
I will hold you
Release the rope, the tension will fall
The Life-giver speaks,
Lift those brown eyes up daughter.
I raise my eyes toward the mountains.
Where will my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the maker of heaven and earth.