Poetri A poem, or is it a Prayer

Written by Poetri Dec 8, 2008ec 8, 2008
English: King James Version (1611) - KJV
 

I’m weak.
Hardly able to get out of bed,
let alone walk around and function in this world.
My mind is cluttered with things to do
And things I haven’t done
And things that I did and shouldn’t have.
I tossed and turned in bed searching every nook and cranny
Of my body for just the tiniest bit of power but couldn’t find it anywhere.
I even looked elsewhere like under the bed, behind the refrigerator,
Or on the couch hidden in the seat cushions but there was no change.
This morning I’m not strong. But you are…

I am wondering if I have any clout to ask you a question.
Would it be possible to borrow your energy today?
Because I am positive I am not up to tackling it on my own.
I don’t seem to have the muscles to plant the smile on my face when others
Try so desperately to make me frown.
Let alone, when I do things to myself to bring me down.
No, my muscles aren’t strong enough for that today.

Can I have a loan of courage?
The guts to stand up to temptation and to call a liar a liar.
Maybe you could allow me to put some bravery on lay away,
I just can’t seem to pay it all today.
I just don’t have it in me to be nice, but since you already paid the price
May I please make use of your kindness?
The way things are looking, I am not sure if I have the nerve
To be gracious when someone cuts me off on the freeway,
Or the audacity to have hope when I glance at hip hop videos
Or even the decency to be thoughtful
when someone throws a gentle gesture my way
I’m not sure if I have the concentration to be considerate back,
Oh, Lord, can I borrow some of your strength today?

Could I have access to your patience this morning?
Is your bank of endurance open today and can I make a withdrawal?
I need your staying power because every hour a new thing is thrown at me
At speeds that I can’t handle. I need your gloves this morning.
So, that I can catch the heat thrown at me from the sun.
Throw it back to home plate, so the enemies can’t get a run.
I don’t have the oomph to be coming back from behind this morning.
But you do. So, will you please fill me up with Premium Holiness? New and improved cleansing,
and all the things that you know will get me through this day,
Cause I can’t do it alone,
but I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me.
Will you just be me, today?
Okay, okay, can you be inside me?
Will you guide me?
Hold my hand when I cross the street like I’m five?
Make me alive. I mean, really alive.
Can I please borrow you today?