God’s Gym: Working Out Depression
Suicide doesn’t water down my faith with
flowery prose about God.
I take my doubts to the mat and wrestle
with who I believe Him to be.
Depression is the resistance between
my will and Yours being done.
Sacrifice, daily dripping with sweat,
works out belief on the gym floor ofÂ reality.
Â Muscles cry out at the strain of discipline.
But still you coach me beyond what
I think I can reach. “Just one more breath!”
Shaping and toning my soulÂ into your image.
Turning heads with a foxy endurance
that is not of this world!
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