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 of reality.
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 soul into your image.
Turning heads with a foxy endurance
that is not of this world!