Here I am again o' Lord....with a down cast soul....

faded has become the strength of one now old...

stretched out before THEE, bearing another heavy load.

Another time of not being able to dance, with a song....

weeping has returned...as cry out up to THY THRONE....

o' my LORD.....only THOU can restore , 'n make whole !

Knew not that someday would become as putty in THY HANDS.....

or that would experience endless times of being so sad.....

ever running unto YOU, to restore the song 'n dance.

In the shower went once again as always do, crying out to my LORD.....

let this spirit arise just once more.....

refresh with THINE oil.....let it outpour, as heavy is the pain that bore...

feel as a woman laboring...waiting for the new life of a child to be born.

How many times get all in order, thinking the time of end is here....

that for this one ....the chill of the grave is drawing near.

But fear not dying as did for so long....as living is harder unto me....

o' the godly fear of knowing how often fail to bring Glory unto THEE...

o' the soul knows that in THY love am made perfect....

yet.....o' the things of vanity...in action or speech.

How many times ....truly have to repent of these !

Am sure that some will not understand, this load so heavy....

but know that maybe will be understood, by others in laboring !

In these times of worldly laughter, jokes, 'n fun.....

godly fear has no place ,so unaware of the end that will definitely come....

for all they think upon is what now can be enjoyed under the Sun....

not aware of the struggles of many that focus in on "THY WILL", being done.

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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