Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

JOY AND AFFLICTION

Dying, dying, death-

I can’t seem to get a grip.

Devastation surrounds me.

Thoughts of affliction

Have consumed me.

Each day, I rot away.

Without hope, I’m filled with decay.

There is nothing meaningful

Underneath my soul.

Without the Lord,

I’m traveling a broken road.

Desolate, I am walking in despair.

Desperate, I turn my face

And search for the One who cares.

He renews my mind,

He lifts me up.

I plea with my Maker

“Let me drink from your cup!”