Pressure

Lord,

I feel the pressure of living in this world;
It weighs heavily on me.

It pushes and presses
squeezing me down to nothing.
It threatens to over-run me,
waves tossing me back and forth
tumbling me to and fro.

But in You my foundation is firm
my roots run deep
my footing is sure.

As the waves over-run me
Let me bend and flex
rather than uprooted or broken.

As the pressure squeezes me
Let me stay soft and pliable
rather than hard and brittle.

Let me not hide behind walls
hard and unyielding
brittle and bitter.

But let my strength and protection be in You
a heart made soft and pliable
flexing and bending
anchored in You.



©Rebecca A Givens, 04/26/09