When I Fall, I Shall Rise: A Christian Poem on Faith, Healing, and God’s Grace

A woman staring out in the world, dressed in a beautiful brown print dress and headwrap

Micah 7:8
Rejoice not over me, O my enemy; when I fall, I shall rise;
when I sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light to me.

As I took time, to think in peace and reflection,
I was filled with so much gratitude and affection
For who God is, and how He’s always been there,
Through my highs, the lows, the clarity, and the fears.

I’ve fallen many times to my emotional being,
Instead of letting go and truly seeing
That the words spoken to me did not reflect God’s love,
And moreso, the actions recieved were tough.

I was bound by the chains of obligation,
I doubted my worth and sought validation.
Instead of accepting, who I am by, in God’s eyes,
For He is the God, that never lies.

I allowed myself to be consumed, by doubt and upset,
Though God told me many times, not to fret.
This mental hold, clouded my existence,
It filled me with so much confusion and apprehension.

But when I was down and when I was lonely,
Each time my heart broke, God repaired it slowly.
When anxiety was my enemy and my thoughts were distraught,
I had to remember what Jesus’ sacrifice brought.

He gave His life so that I can be free,
So how can I not let myself walk in victory?
He gave His life so that I can see myself as blessed,
So why should I give in to the trials and tests?

For life has shown me many times,
That I found courage in the moments I wanted to hide.
Strength found me, when I thought I couldn’t go on anymore.
For God’s grace surrounded me through every open door.

The tears I cried, nourished the purpose planted within me,
The hands that shook, tell the story inside of me.
The eyes that have seen pain, envision greatness beyond,
The ears that have heard sadness, play a new song.

Symphonies of God’s grace and mercy,
A melody of favour that has been upon me.
I may have fallen, but with God, I rise.
As He says Child, you will not give up this time.

So with His words of strength and comfort,
I’ll stand, striving and triumphant.
I am loved, I am healed, and I am restored,
For the past is gone, now I must walk through new doors.
I choose to rise…

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