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Writer's pictureGeorge Davis III

Pushing

My Best Demanded The impossible requested; my best prepared. This Here Race I've been sitting here, hurting, for a long time while, mostly keeping silence, old fashion style. You see, struggles and let-down, kicked-up a lot of dust, and that's kind of alright, you see, I've grown accustomed to this stuff. Now don't misunderstand my carrying-on, I'm not pleading, or settling into a shallow space; my grasp moves well beyond any misery-weighted moment, and makes the most of this here race. Try Lord this decay, stuff falling apart; forgot about renewal, life's new start. These Kids I don’t know!

These kids! You plant them, firmly; water and fertilize them deeply; you cultivate and nourish the soil around them; you watch them grow. And one day, they bolt. I don’t know. My Shepherd This life distresses me, yet on I roll, and piles on heavy burdens; God rest my soul. Tears Bitter tears Sweet tears. Plenteous tears. Zip-Tie This old world is an empty mean-spirited lonely place, but that’s not so for me. In the cold sparkling air and hard washed canyons, it’s the grace of God I see. Slip Away Sometimes you just can't let go of your dreams, but they do, go; silently, they slip away, like old memories; bright colors, fading in the sunlight. They pass. Treble Voice I know disappointment, and I know shame. I know their treble voice; can call them each by name. The chords they play run carelessly upon my guarded thoughts. I see their works, projected, surround. Like sentinels their lyrics protect; my best attempts they do seek-out, and with bitter guile; they must deflect. And yet my spirit soars, high above the ceiling of rain; beyond this moment's share of distress, and laughter, and awaits its call to life everlasting. Hard Decisions Empty, deflated; those are the words that come to mind. I understand it had to be done, but it feels like a crime. Keeping On This guy would force you to wear his mark, and if you resisted, he’d destroy you, well, as best he could anyway. Funny though, we all come into this world, puff-up, strut around, although some more visibly than others, leave here, and meet our maker – just the same; we all meet our maker, all just the same.

Tomorrow, though, still brings about the change, and hope; intimidating today with its calm morning coolness. Yet somehow, it seems, renewed life just sits, uncalled, in plain view; uncalled. Too often, I say, you know. We can’t, perhaps won’t see, or grasp it. Who can tell? I can’t point any fingers though; my come-hither tests abound. And often, I have been down, and counted out, dead; but I keep arising, thank the Lord. When the good Lord puts me down in this life, I will be down. Until then, though, I’ll keep walking on this turbulent water, and arising. At the Ready I see you’re big and bad packing a noisy chill; blowing out lots of exhaust and toxic too. Good Lord!

Ready to kill. Disputation When I contemplate the words and volume folk use to invoke and dispute the Lord, I can’t help wondering, who are they talking about. Powered I glimpse the vision of God; I feel the strength and power of God; I hear God’s encouragement and reassuring voice; I am moved, mightily, and insist this way. Lift Me Higher Lift me up Lord, lift me up! Lift me up higher Lord, into your room. Lift me up into your hurricane; show me where creation’s winds blow. Lift me to the power of your Spirit’s breeze; repair my frailties; my ailing soul relieve. Help Help Lord, help; Help him Lord, help! You know he’s a little bit crazy. Gracious Lord; help! Yes He Did Yahweh lifted me up; the Lord raised my head! He picked me up, off this deathbed. The Way This Spirit of God! It surrounds me, strengthens my frailty, propels me onward and shows the blessing way. My Lord Oftentimes I wonder, how I found this chair, made of stone. The Plethora Foe Close this door; block harm's entryway. Shield all I hold dear; God, you promised to obey!

My way this hope sustains, yet with weak faith I go, through troubled, uncertain waters - the plethora foe. These brittle bones rattle hard, a harsh, unrhythmic sound; still, undeterred, and decided they stand; most certain, glory bound. Sing With Me Sing it with me loudly, sing this joyful song; sing with joy to the world; the Lord is come! Goodness and Mercy I know the Lord has kept me going, and sometimes I wonder why. I think it pleases God to prop poor sinners strongly; it pleases the Lord to help poor sinners try. Inspired Let the Lord inspire you, and it’ll be alright; with the Lord in your ear, it’ll be alright. The Journey Spirit of God, walk along with me, and hold my hand tight, through the dawn’s misty glare, and the perilous night. Blessed Relief Push, pull, steady resistance; Struggle, strain, exhale; sigh. Push, pull, increasing resistance; Struggle, pain; exhale; try! Push and pull, uncertain gain; Exhale, sigh; in silence, pain. Push, pull, heavy resistance; A helping hand shifts the load;

Blessed relief, body and soul.



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