Pulled Both Ways

To them, it is a game they play,

For me, a way of life.
I’m always torn between my hopes
And this world’s hurt and strife.
 
I want to live a life of joy,
But I keep getting hurt.
And each time I pick myself up
I’m knocked back in the dirt.
 
I want to do good things in life,
To leave something behind,
But, with the chaos in each day,
All I’ve left is my mind.
 
And yet I still keep fighting on,
Pulled both ways every day,
But grateful that I have Your strength
To help along the way!

 

Psalm 59:17

You are my strength, I sing praise to you; you, God, are my fortress, my God on whom I can rely.