Songs of Ascending Thoughts: #1

I lift my eyes up to my Maker,

as my soul and flesh blisters.

Potsherd and cream no longer soothes,

not even sure if my faith will prove.

Eyes flounder,

limbs glare,

but my Maker's voice whispers,

"I Am your keeper,

the One who never slumbers,

the One who redeems,

the One who never flinched.

I Am your shepherd,

the One who comforts,

the One who fights,

the One who prepares.

I Am here."

No way out,

but He says,

We are going through.