Through the Power of Love


** This poem is for every young man or young woman who has come to the point where they have had enough of life. The world has no place to turn and friends and family were as distant as a far away country. Remember that it is never to late and the storm doesn’t last always. Don’t give up, there’s hope at the top of the cliff. Hold on! **

Imagine you’re walking down a one way street
The wind is blowing, the chill is cold;
Memories of yester years are parading through your mind
As all the emotions begin to unfold.
Lately life has become a merry-go-round
The stress of life has taken a toll
The anger and frustration has become too much to bare
Now in your hands, is your own life you hold.
You look around and every building seems to be abandoned,
And there you stand cold and alone…
The .45 caliber is in your hands now
You think there is no hope for you to hold on.
Mother and father has turned away
Because your lifestyle doesn’t meet to their expectations
Brother and sister are not around
There seems to be no hope in the current situation.
Life has dealt an unforgiving hand
And ever where you turn is a dead in street
The trigger is light and ready to pull
There is no escape that you can see.
You ask yourself a million questions
As you contemplate the next move
You can feel the tug, you can hear the voices
Talking trying to lead and guide you through.
The tears fall like raindrops
You wipe them away from your face
You are now at the point of pulling the trigger
Your heart begins to race.
Wait a minute…Hold up
It’s really not the end
I know a man who sits high and looks low
Guaranteed to be your closest friend.
He paved the way, He paid the cost
He hung on Calvary’s cross
He standing with his arms outstretched
That no man would be lost.
Take down your hand and wipe away the tears
Your life is in His hands
Though you are weary, and stand there alone,
My God, he understands.
Be not weary in well doing
For He loves you nevertheless
God is a God of miracles
The victor of life’s test.
Don’t give up it’s just the beginning
As long as there is breath it’s never to late
Be strong, hold on…
Of all things, wait.
This is not your call to make
Your life belongs to an unchanging man
One whom holds the key to unlock
Every door that’s been shut by man.
He’s the judge of all records
The magistrate of the courts
He has the power to wipe away every sentence
The secretary of filed reports.
You are not in this alone
You are someone with a life to live
Step forward, look beyond the grave
Through the power of the love He forever gives.