I Lay At The Feet of Jesus (poem) by Beverly Rich

 On this journey I started strong…
But that strength did not last very long…
I never knew it would be this hard…
I should have never let down my guard…
I am so exhausted I can barely stay awake…
My muscles are so sore and my bones are about to break…
My whole body is weak…
The outcome of this journey is beginning to look bleak…
I must go on, I can not quit now…
I must continue but I have no idea how…
Another step I must take…
My muscles can no longer support me and I can’t help but shake…
I manage to gather all my strength to take one step more…
But when I did a thorn reached up and my skin it tore…
The pain is unbearable and I can stand no longer…
To my knees I fall desperately wishing I was strong…
I can do nothing more but lay on the cold ground and cry…
I can’t help but wonder is this the place in which I will die…
There is not an ounce of strength left in me…
I can’t gather the strength to move from under this tree…
It looks to me like the enemy has won…
My fight is over and done…
I can hear the slithering of the serpent, the snake…
My life it is coming to take…
I am so scared that I bury my face in the ground…
There is such a silence that I hear not a single sound…
I raise my head to admit my defeat…
I can see the serpent but he is under some ones feet…
I look to see whose feet the serpent lays crushing under…
Who is this man I wonder…
Expelling from his robe is an extraordinary light…
I can’t even see His face because it is so bright…
He looks down and smiles at me and offers me a hand…
He says trust in me I will give the strength to stand…
How can I refuse this mans hand who has saved me…
I look up to grab it but I can not believe what I see…
This man in each hand has a great big hole…
At that very moment I know this is the man who died to save my soul…
I lay at the feet of Jesus not a word can I force my mouth to say…
I take his hand and he carries me the rest of the way