Split second rescue
God saved my life yesterday, 26th March 2015. I had a lot to be grateful for yet I just couldn't express how content I was that my daily prayers never go to waste. When you intercede for others, there is much guarantee that God is fighting your battles for you. I mean, I'm slightly shaken but when you survive by a hair's breadth from what could have been fatal, a near-death experience, trust me, you would be grateful for even the little bruises and pain. I reflected on everything today. I sat down and my unconscious produced, SPLIT SECOND RESCUE.
For indeed, I will praise my maker while I have breath.
God is faithful and this poem is just my testimony to the world that we serve a living God.
One who is able to sympathise with our weaknesses and able to save us from an abyss of unpleasant inevitabilities. My supreme God watches over me. My Jesus is alive! I'm eternally grateful to Him.
SLIT SECOND RESCUE
Feet, stay stable
Heart, stop beating
Shattered pieces of glass
Broken pieces of my speech
I'm bewildered
I cannot describe my split second rescue
Oh God..
I stutter
I'm only grateful that
Within a split second
Our rescue came on time
Feet, don't wobble
Heart, don't be afraid
Hold me strong
Don't fail me
At least not yet
My spit second rescue
For a moment there,
I thought it was over
But our prayers are not without aim
Our rescue came on time
Pain, your time is yet to come
Tears, no need for you now
so cut me some slack
I need to be stable
This is no fable
it's reality
Flashbacks of how it could have been an end
No where near a beginning
Oh God..
Your rescue came right on time
I replay
I see what could have led to....
Oh I shudder at the mere thought of it
It could have being very grave
Too grave
Hold me together, O God
I'm slightly traumatised
I see it coming
It's wheel turning
It's not gonna stop
Moving against resistance
At the top of its speed
I see myself fly
Shielding myself and launching forward ahead of my senses
My cerebral cortex lost its function
Momentarily, maybe
Your rescue came on time
It could only have been You
For indeed, I will praise my maker while I have breath.
God is faithful and this poem is just my testimony to the world that we serve a living God.
One who is able to sympathise with our weaknesses and able to save us from an abyss of unpleasant inevitabilities. My supreme God watches over me. My Jesus is alive! I'm eternally grateful to Him.
SLIT SECOND RESCUE
Feet, stay stable
Heart, stop beating
Shattered pieces of glass
Broken pieces of my speech
I'm bewildered
I cannot describe my split second rescue
Oh God..
I stutter
I'm only grateful that
Within a split second
Our rescue came on time
Feet, don't wobble
Heart, don't be afraid
Hold me strong
Don't fail me
At least not yet
My spit second rescue
For a moment there,
I thought it was over
But our prayers are not without aim
Our rescue came on time
Pain, your time is yet to come
Tears, no need for you now
so cut me some slack
I need to be stable
This is no fable
it's reality
Flashbacks of how it could have been an end
No where near a beginning
Oh God..
Your rescue came right on time
I replay
I see what could have led to....
Oh I shudder at the mere thought of it
It could have being very grave
Too grave
Hold me together, O God
I'm slightly traumatised
I see it coming
It's wheel turning
It's not gonna stop
Moving against resistance
At the top of its speed
I see myself fly
Shielding myself and launching forward ahead of my senses
My cerebral cortex lost its function
Momentarily, maybe
Your rescue came on time
It could only have been You
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