Presence 7: Arts That Inspire Reflection & PrayerSample

Moving My faith feels so fragile A couple of hits and I'm broken Held together with what seems like shreds of chords I thought were strong Only threads it appears. Where is my victory cry When I just want to cry Where is my go get em When I want to give in And I want to be strong I want to stand the tests and trials Pass with flying colours But this grey is grounding me When the rubber hits the road Left wanting with what faith I see or don't see I hoped for unmoveable unshakable reactions With overcoming intentions Victory till the death Head on till the battles won But I would run In the opposite direction To places of comfort that I had once lived in now abandoned And now No longer a place I wanted to be in. So where am I now In the landscape of battle When I can't go back and moving forward a struggle not the glorious charge I thought I would have But a painfully slow progression Every step Reminding of injury, pain I feel My inability to move freely, gallantly my victory looking more like a baby step Rather than a giant leap of faith But to stop moving would be death to me And I'd rather live taking ground little by little Rather than end up being buried in the ground. So my faith appears different to what I thought I would see. It looks more like tears And my charge more like a shuffle But you said faith as small as a mustard seed could move trees into the seas impossibilities becoming possible My fragile faith more powerful than I know Enough to make it through the struggle Endurance a chance to grow So come on my soul You can't stay here move through Move on Know that every step is a weapon Every get up is a victory cry Progress is the journey so we can move from here through whatever comes our way. Just Keep moving Kristina Mann