In Vain We Strive

In vain we strive,
our way to find.
Through clouded mind,
our place in time.

Empty, hollow,
short of breath.
Lost, alone,
a walking death.

We’re on all fours,
our pity soars.
a slamming door.

So we cry foul,
but silence rings.
A wrenched soul,
emptiness brings.

Lost, alone,
nowhere to run.
Sick at heart,
darkened sun.

The battle lost,
when waged alone.
For we are but,
a tiny stone.

But, on the Rock,
we’re lifted up.
Recieve His breath,
taste of His cup.

The moral grasped,
the lessoned honed.
Without His strength,
we strive alone!

About Mike

I'm a native of Chicago, but have spent the last 20 years living in the Ozarks with my wife of 25 years. Some of my favorite things to do other than write is to BBQ, smoke meat, and brew craft beers. I also write a blog on Christian Living which you can visit at
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4 Responses to In Vain We Strive

  1. jasonS says:

    Definitely want His strength. Thank you, Mike.

  2. Glynn says:

    With him – everything. Without him – nothing.

    Good poem.

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