Whatever it TAKES LORD!

Jesus, I cry out to you from the midst of my being,
Lord open my eyes to what you are seeing!
I want to be broken, Lord cause me to crash,
Lord, I'll take the beating and suffer backlash!
To make you known Lord, I'll suffer the cost,
To honor your throne, to help save the lost.
Lord whatever it takes to make you that great,
I'll rise to your will and stand at your gate.
Cause me the stripes you suffered for me,
Create a fire inside, Lord so others can see.
I will not be quiet, I will not be still,
I'll do nothing else Lord, but seek your will.
Make me small Lord so you can stand tall,
I'll stand with your army as mankind suffers the fall.

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© Sarah Roberson

Unanswered Questions

If tomorrow never exists to arrive,
Will I have used all he gave me while I was alive?
Did I take each day as a gift from above?
Did I listen when he told me to just sit back and love?
Will he understand that I didn't mean to ignore,
the words he spoke to me when my heart was not pure?
Were my actions on earth enough to create,
a destiny for me in eternities fate?
When I chose my own way, I hope he saw me collapse,
for when my body arose I saw my dreaded mishaps.
Did he see the spark inside of me after I crumbled,
when my desire to serve him left me nothing but humbled?
When I cried out to him and he showed me his will,
Did he see the fire inside me; did he know it was real?
If these questions go unanswered at my very last breath,
then I deserve nothing less than my soul to find death.
For while I was here the Lord made himself known,
but my decisions left me to try life on my own.

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© Sarah Roberson

an older one I wrote "Out of the Wrath"

the slow progression of my soul withers with each passing hour,

the true reality of my life seems to completely overpower,

my battered heart ripped open as the inside seeks to expose,

the true depth of my being by which my energy flows.

my empty body shivers violently on the ground,

my ears grow mute, i hear no sound.

i seek to heal the broken promises of the past,

and wonder how long these open wounds will last.

i seek justice for those who led me astray,

and secrectly wish their hearts will repay.

as my mind drifts to the reality of the truth,

i wonder how one could have endured the abuse,

over and over the lies too were told,

until the bottom was reached so hollow and cold.

through the lost hope and broken dreams,

moving forward is all that seems,

that can be done to continue this journey,

and take myself out of the darkness, off of the gourney.

the light dimly shows as my strength regains through my existence,

and my progress appears to have lost some resistance.

the light grows stronger and i see his face,

his hand reaches for mine and im led into the grace,

my shattered memories are left to be moments of the past,

and im lifted to my feet to meet him at last.

im led down a path hand-in-hand, the creator by my side,

i walk full force ahead never again to hide,

from the one who guides me along the crushed and beaten path,

and pulls me to safety, out of the wrath


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© Sarah Roberson

He was always right there..

I walked for miles in the dead of night,
I walked and walked, yet saw nothing in sight.
My haste grew rapidly as I struggled along,
I looked both ways, but everything looked wrong.
The darkness grew to a dull, pitch black,
I thought about turning, but didn’t know my way back.
What seemed like hours, quickly felt like days,
With every step I found myself lost in a maze.
I watched for you, but you were no where to be found,
I listened for you, but couldn’t hear a sound.
The darkness grew and my steps became few,
Where could you be, I have to find you.
My breathing became shallow and I started to weep,
I know why I’m here, my mistakes I must reap.
I fall to my knees, not knowing what else to do,
My body is crumbling, my journey is through.
My arms grow weak, but I feel them lifting above,
I find myself flying away like a dove.
Into the darkness, I see a shimmering light,
I hear singing and praise, and sounds of delight.
My body is flying so briskly it seems,
I feel like it’s real, but could it be one of my dreams?
But into the light, I’m entering in,
My body becomes weightless, I forget all my sin.
I see a vision that’s burning my face,
Could this be him, the creator of grace?
As I get closer, my eyes grow wide,
I’m slowing down and I land by his side.
The joyful sounds now grow strong,
I no longer feel the darkness as I carry along.
I see my skin shimmering in the light,
This happiness I experience, I know this is right.
He opens his mouth and all of the heavens demand,
The attention of him, they’re under command.
He speaks to me and I listen to hear,
“Child of mine, now do not fear.”
“From the darkness you came, but I led you to light,”
“I carried your steps as you walked in the night.”
“You were never lost, you just failed to see,”
“I was always right there, You were walking with me.”

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© Sarah Roberson

Christmas Poem

Through all the hustle this time of year brings,
Through the joy of gifts and material things,
Help us to stop and reflect on your burden,
That led to the pain to make our eternities certain.
Lord, let us remember the price you paid,
The nailing of your body before you body was laid.
The sacrifice you endured at the hands of mankind,
Let us bow at your throne for not leaving behind,
The sins of your people that led to your death,
The suffering you endured until your very last breath.
As I begin the day that marks your arrival,
Create a desire in me to resist the denial,
For, the reason I live and celebrate this year,
Is for your sacrifice you gave and your life I hold dear.

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© Sarah Roberson

One of the broken times..

My Lord above, I seek your face,
surround my being with your grace.
I’ve sinned and I am broken,
i know you understand my burdens unspoken.
I lift my hands with my energy drained,
my heart is hurting, my hands are stained.
But God, my God it is you I seek,
I’ve stumbled and fallen and I feel so weak.
But, Lord, I know you’re there, listening patiently to my cries of pain,
and through my mistakes, you still remain.
The level of your love has left me dazed,
the depth of your sacrifice leaves me utterly amazed.
I will continue to give you all I am as man,
Lord put my life into your heavenly plan.
I bow before you as a broken soul,
but Lord, Oh God you’re filling the gaping hole.

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© Sarah Roberson

one of those nights..

It's been one of those nights that you can relate,
a night filled with emptiness and questioning fate.

I know the Lord is designing my path,
but I sometimes feel like I'm under his wrath.

Along the way I've been on an uphill slope,
My body has fatigued, but I'm still keeping hope.

This life of mine he is trying to restore,
but at times in this journey I find myself hitting the floor.

On my knees I find myself praying for grace,
wiping back tears as I cover my face.

I long for the day when all of the sorrows fade,
And I can walk in the light of this life he has made.

But until that day, I'll keep pushing along,
And continue to seek refuge from mistakes that were wrong.

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© Sarah Roberson