The slew runneth through my veins
Three times per week, no less
Mixed with this concoction, drug, or natural element
Sigh . . . I hardly get a break ya know.
Mr. Herx visits more often now
Not a friend nor enemy per se
He just stays and goes to torment at will
Hi torn and tattered calling card left with me.
The blood letting continues in test tubes of hope
For finding the answer, the cause:
Is it toxo, tuli, or tricho in cahoots with Lyme
Or a known co-conspirator that eludes capture?
Maybe in another lifetime or appointment next month
Will I find more to Google in this Hide-n-Go-Seek
Followed by a witches brew so dastardly I seize
Within seconds of pounding it down in faith perhaps displaced.
Aye, is not therein the rub or the salve to quiet my soul?
My Lord sees it all and stands nearby knowing the time,
The place, the reason, the meaning, the end
And will show me what I need to know and when
It says so in His Word: better written than a vampire diary ever could.
So reject that a proclaimed healer bearing a wooden cross
Will know more than the Spirit of assurance in which I rest
Who will answer these questions, not you nor I.
My vessel may not go on or somehow come into its needed repair
But my being shall live on as it should in Christ
With a testimony, Lord willing, to bring glory to Him Who made it so.
Yes, therein I shall rest. He holds my tears filling the river of life
And turns beauty from ashes in the dawn of the coming day
For “hope beyond’ as this blog will continue to attest. Come along with me Gentle Reader.
The day of His return and our restoration is coming soon. There is hope! JJ
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