Help Me To Get It

By August 16, 2014May 3rd, 2017No Comments

Help me to get it,


All this gospel you’re teaching me
through bags under my eyes
and dwindling of supplies
my security somehow never fading
wrapped up in a spotless Christ.
Help me, Abba, please.
I’m fatigued and afraid
And in need
of convincing
Your way is through the sea
and fellowship in suffering.

I’m Much Afraid, I know.
Please meet me when I fold
And all that escapes these lips
is, “Help.” and
the precipice of bliss
turns into a daunting cliff,
You’re making my feet trust
Your strength
to climb like hinds
to high places.

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon

Quina Aragon's articles, poems, and spoken word videos have been featured on The Gospel Coalition, Risen Motherhood, Journey Women, Fathom Mag, and The Witness: BCC. She resides in Tampa, FL with her husband Jon and beautiful, three-year-old daughter. Quina's first children's book, Love Made, is a poetic retelling of the creation story that highlights God as the Trinity, humans as His image bearers, and children as a delightful gift.

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