One of those people who had given up trying was me.
I had a lot of goals-so many there were but none have been spared.
As fast as never… before I run as slow as ever…hoping to reach the finish line only to have another claim d prize.
Once-known passion dwindled to lackluster and then to hopelessness, only to end in despondency.
What's the point of trying only to be shut down afterwards?
Strength is stolen as the yrs go by.
Life ages as time waits for none.
Giving up is logical, actual, and real.
…You will always have a choice a proverb says…
My response: not for me!
Then another, like other blessings past, came in sight.
A plain man walks to me with a wanderer's look and rich in lack of physical wealth.
"Pick yourself up," he says "and live again."
My answer for him is capped in three words: "what's the point?"
"You see the blessings u seek? Though far, I bring near; unreachable by you but freely offered by me. Here! Take! Have what you've sought. The emptiness that plagued you, like the leper beside Bethesda, fullness I give.
Whatever you need and whenever,
Grace and mercy receive!
Take up your bed and walk from nigh and far,
Deliverance meets thee by the Pool Bethesda!"
