You're precious to meA Poem by Trevor BergshoeffSometimes life gets you down.... but I have a Savior who loves me enough to go down where I go and pull me out.There comes a point
when caring is hard. When it's like your hands have
thousand pound weights attached, As you sink to the
bottom of the ocean, And your lungs are
being crushed under its pressure And all you can do Is let the salt water burn Your throat as it fills your mouth, Your lungs, Your body. You rock Back And Forth As The tide Goes in And Back Out. Your nerves go numb But you can still feel
the cold fire burning from within, eating your oxygen. The very thing that
gives you life, Is being consumed To give life To another. Just as the darkness
begins to overtake And you’ve resigned to
the sweet silence of death Welcoming whatever may
come, Eternal glory or eternal anguish, Someone comes and cuts
the weights from your wrists, And pulls you to the surface. The light burns your
eyes, Air from another fills your
chest As you cough the
frigid liquid from your lungs, And the unfamiliar beat of your heart Begins
To pump
Blood to Your limbs.
And you wonder, Why would anyone risk their life
to save mine? Why Would someone plunge
themselves into the dark abyss Of which I have Descended on my own Freewill To
save MY LIFE? Why Would someone else Give me the air From
their chest? Why would Anyone Rescue me When I don’t know
which way is Down or Up, Or Left Or Right, When I’ll just Jump, Right back into that
watery hell If given the chance. ‘Because I know you’ He says ‘Because I’ll take
your hand, And even when
you Try, To jump back in, I
will hold you. You are precious to me.’ © 2014 Trevor BergshoeffAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTrevor BergshoeffMelbourne , Victoria, AustraliaAboutHi. Name's Trevor. You can call me Trev. Most people do. I'm here as a means to see what people other than friends and family think of my writing. Because, well, for better or worse, I keep writing. I.. more..Writing
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