I was certain I had buried it
long, long ago.
Yet, low and behold,
there it was–
digging its way
up and out of
that deep, dark hole.
The mud and dirt
on its boney fingers
were fresh and new.
Perplexed and confused,
I hadn’t a clue
what I should do!
This was not
supposed to happen again.
You see, I had already
boxed it securely within.
I had even asked Him
to deliver me from the
bitterness of this evil sin.
Yet here it was,
digging its claws
straight up through
the tightly packed soil!
So many options
screaming my name.
I had to hold on
lest I should fall
and become crippled or lame.
A peaceful calm
settled in the air.
I took a deep breath
and sat in an
invisible chair.
Silencing myself
and focusing on Him,
I heard His voice
while the angels
sang glorious hymns.
My unstable heart
began to slow down
at the sound of
His mighty command.
I watched as the hole
swallowed up the
wretched, evil hand.
Birds pecked and packed
the loose ground
where the fingers
had dug and clawed.
The wicked deed disappeared
way down deep
where it belonged.
I have seen the glory
of the One who cares.
I have felt His presence
everywhere.
This is one reason
why I love to pray.
He is the One who
chases my fears away.