A Poem by Yiskah Rose
Tears run down your face, as you ask WHY?
Why do these weeds from the past never go away?
Why when you didn’t know better, old decisions have come to stay?
When you long to do better, your hands feel so tied?
Why do you go in circles, when you just want victory?
When will deliverance come; and justice become real?
How can you be of help, when at times you feel so crushed?
How can there be fruit, when your life is filled with mess?
Why cast down, Oh my soul? My soul why so distressed?
Look to your God; in Him you will be blessed.
He has promised to help; to make straight your crooked paths.
Your life is not over yet; still, there is time that you have left.
Through your anguish, tears and pain; you now understand justice.
You have finally learned compassion for the poor of all the earth.
You long to win the battles your God is calling you to fight.
To be a part of what He is doing; to set the world to right.