By: Darrelyn L. Tutt
I felt the weight of heavy chain,
So heavy on my soul;
I wondered, how I wondered,
What could come through iron’s hold.
I fought, I struggled long and hard,
And finally in a heap;
My battered soul .... it did collapse,
And I began to weep.
“O God, my God, no strength have I,
To fight unyielding chain;
My soul is bruised and battered;
And my spirit lies in pain.”
Then did a great and quiet calm,
Encapsulate and free;
The very place the iron chain,
Had overpowered me.
And certain hope did enter in,
And something changed within;
The peace of God accompanied,
The chain that bound me in.
The struggling stopped, the striving ceased,
The iron turned to gold;
And wisdom entered in the day….
All strength had left my soul.
“I will love You, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer;
My God, my strength, and the horn of my salvation,
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