It seemed like most all my relationships in life were
Based on an unrealistic image of my father. When I
Was converted to Christianity, I looked to God as I did to him,
Not able to see the acceptance and love freely offered
To me, thinking I had to do something to earn His favor.
My experience had become too heavy to bare, looking
To others to get me to heaven.
It is a difficult road I have taken,
My load is heavy and I am
Forsaken, along this road to
Preachers, teachers, friends,
I look to all to get me in.
Holding my thumb up high,
Hoping for a ride, they wish me
Well and pass me by.
I don’t know how long I can do
This, I cry, I weep, all the rules I
Keep. I run and run, busy, busy,
Barely taking a breath, lest I
Falter and be left.
Everyday I confess, what more
Can I do? Throwing up my hands,
I quit, there is nothing I can do,
It is a gift!
A promise given to us –
“Look unto Me and be saved…for I am God,
And there is no other.” Isaiah 45:22