Through

Weak,

I am a fragile Little birdie,

Sent into this world to find purpose, to fly.

However, this world attempts to clip my wings,

To deprive me of my purpose, God's will, my will to fly.

They scorn and belittle me,

I don't know God, I am weak.

Tired,

I have tried lord,

This body has passed it's limits,

The Little victories I accomplished seem to always be accompanied by a complimentary dish of trials,

Why lord?

I want to do it, I want to move, I want to fly,

But I'm weak, I'm tired.

Hurt,

One glass and a thousand battered pieces.

I breathe but they keep their knees at bay,

Suppressing my neck with their words,

Making it hard to breathe, barely able to speak.

Their words strike me like knives,

Piercing me on every side, leaving me bleeding on every side.

I want to speak, trauma betrays me,

I want to scream but the vocal cords have been cut. 

I am weak, I am tired and now I am hurting.

Fear,

This Goliath before me, seven feet tall!

It has rendered me lost in this world.

I forgot to fly,

I forgot to trust you first.

There were no stones in this battle.

For quicker than the Israelites,

Fear crippled these wings.

Now I'm weak, tired, hurt and battling my fear,

For they have left tears and I am out of spares.

… 

I thought that I had it all planned.

Full-proof? Ha! And my walls are crumbling down?

Pain stood proud.

I forgot how to fly.

How to soar so high.

I hid in the mud.

Dragging my wings along.

… 

(We have all wondered.

Even wandered away from his arms.

The world has beaten and battered us.

But here's what Abba has to say.

Like me and you, 

The people were lost too by the Red Sea Here's how they broke “Through”.)

…

Exodus 14:16

He parted the waves and commanded them to move on.

“Why do you cry so little bird?

Keep moving. Walk through it”.

I looked up to Abba, 

“But I am weak,” I said, “Yes, but in me, it is your biggest strength,” He smiled.

“But I am hurt,” I spoke again, “I came to mend the broken hearts, to restore beauty for the ashes”. He gave warmth.

Tear-filled, shaky breath, I approached again, 

“But I-I am tired,” I spoke as my heart sank, “I will give you rest, come to me” He patted my head.

“But I'm afraid, I don't belong! I can't”, “Yes,” He said, “Humanly it is impossible but in me, every impossibility shies away, with me you are enough. I ask not much. All I desire is your heart”.

“Can I fly high again?”

Lost in the crescendos of his mercy,

Washed by the abundance of his love,

He did not ask for Gold or Silver, not Cattles and Rams. No.

All he said was; “Come and see”.

He smiled as he glowed more than the sun.

He remained even in my slumber.

As if he feared I would awaken by the wind.

~Phaizee

~ I will fight for you and you shall hold your peace~ 

- Abba