(Karen is an excellent poet, more than that, she is an excellent lyricist.
I listen to her poems as songs and I hope they are set to music some day.
I have invited her to share her work here, until I can convince her to blog – Jim).
Help Me Hear His Call
I’m hanging by my fingertips;
Is there anyone who cares?
Is there anyone who is reaching out to me,
Anyone who dares?
Yes, my life is messy;
I have sins and doubts and fears.
But, is there anyone who’ll love me,
Who dares to join me here?
Can you point me to our Savior,
Show me what he does?
Can you come along beside me
Until I feel his awesome love?
I’m hanging by my fingertips;
Please, don’t let me fall.
Show me, that God is holding on to me;
Help me hear his call!
By
Karen Rawlings
1-18-18
copyrighted 2018 Karen Rawlings
used by permission
So true, I can almost hear the music as I read this poem. Beautifully written.
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