Stuck

If you’re tired of feeling trapped, this poem is for you. If you’re weary of fighting and losing, this poem is for you. If you’re ready to be free, this poem is for you.

Here I am once again

In the middle of my sin.

 

Why can’t I stay away

From this dark and dismal place?

 

I can’t see any light

Coming from his path of lies.

 

Only I am to blame

For returning to this place.

 

I don’t know why I ran

Back into his arms again.

 

He just says that I’m trapped

And that there’s no turning back.

 

There’s no hope; there’s no peace.

There is only crippling grief.

 

I am stuck.

 

Freedom seems so far gone,

But I know that You are strong.

 

I deserve to be left

To my pain and hopelessness.

 

But Your love is too great

To leave me to such a fate.

 

Hope is here; peace is here,

Even though the path’s not clear.

 

I’m not stuck where You are.

You’ll bring me back to Your heart.

 

Satan wants me to dwell

On this dark path where I fell.

 

But when I turn to You,

I can trust You’ll bring me through.

But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification and its end, eternal life. (Romans 6:22 ESV)