One step at a time—my daily bread | poem

One step at a time—my daily bread

When I think of the long road ahead
the troubles and sorrows that may
crush me inside
And I would die—a little each time

Oh, I’ve lost all zest
for a better life
I’ve lost control. I kiss it goodbye
There’s nothing I can do
and I’ve nowhere to hide

So, I run, run, run to You
I run, run, run to You
Give me today my daily bread.
Won’t You please,
give me today my daily bread?
And help me to live day by day;
one step at a time.

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Writer’s note:

This poem was written in this breathing out of helplessness. And my neediness for the certainty of the Lord. To take one step at a time.

I was feeling kinda tired. Overwhelmed. Thinking of the present, and the troubles-to-come.

What happens if my husband gets more ill?

What happens if he leaves me first?

What happens if…

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