Adrift she is not, for He touched that one very sweet spot. She grabbed for it as it was her last life. Sweet as a honey bee, and its nectar
He gave her a hand up from under the cloud covered all consuming of “I”. “Woe is me”, no more
Down the river she will never float again in fear of pulsating rapid’s, she does not live like she is immortal. Reckless abandon no more
She is anchored in the cross for there her sobriety wins, “one day at a time” a daily reprieve it must be
Adrift no more He took her very broken wings, and allowed them to soar singing with release fly
She is no longer choking upon her breath, He breathed a new life of breath in her. Death only at His hour, all power to Him
She is no longer in wander with lack of directional purpose, she is in the pursuit of God’s compass
She has hope for her youth has been restored when He scooped her up from her own drown in her own self pity
Iniquity is not swallowed away with a gulp. An angry middle finger does not exist in protest. In his His throne room she lingers, she sits with hope. At His right hand there she can be found safe and of sound mind, sanity reigns. Insanity tossed at the foot of the cross
Adrift that is no longer a part of her life unless it is for recreational sport, for God took a spear in pierce of her heart
Adrift no more, He has wiped her slate clean of her fixaction. Tied down, anchored, clinging …”Stable” now that is not a word she thought would again be in her vocabulary
For God is her lifeline divine, and stability she found, adrift what is that? …she has been found! Abject to her own misery no more
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