Vertical hold
July 23, 2018
I can’t tell if the earth is quaking
or if I’m standing in some sort of whirlwind
My feet are planted as if buried in cement
but my teeth are rattling in my head
and I’m fighting to keep from bending
breaking
Invisible forces press in
An uppercut here
a sucker punch there
but the worst is the kind that threatens
to blow out my ears
I don’t like this war
I never have
It is the violent ambush of malevolence
no holds barred guerrilla warfare
Yet here I am
front row seat at the rock opera
But those stones will not be singing today
I may hum along through sobs
but that’s ok because
I may be holding onto you with a death grip
But you are holding onto me with a life grip
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You’re on a roll. I like it. Jesus sure loves you.
He’s kinda ridiculous about it, but I’m so glad He does. 😊
He is going to pour out amazing blessings when you go to Brazil!
May it be so! ❤️
I really really like that! “Death grip…life grip” ….Jon Foreman would be proud.
There is no higher compliment. ❤️