THE TRAVAIL

I seemingly travail, Oh! do I travail within ancient promises

My soul tiredly drives a loud bang at Heaven's door

Clack! Clack! Do you hear?

My hands are now weary, eyes worn out with tears

Chasing with the minutest of hope that you will show me

Show me the face of you, the embrace I find in your word

It's been a minute; but, it's been too long I held you

Well of words hold me, but my feelings are now dead

Arouse my heart's soul to find solace in your aura

I long for these tears to meet face on with your praise

Satisfy wholly these nudging appetite of burning desires

Help my helplessness, courage my heart with your presence

Heavily laden with burden still, drained in my heart's echo

A serenading shout to the ears of Heaven's supremacy

Boom! Boom! Do you feel?

My voice now faint, my heart beats to the rhythm still

Lurking for freedom through the highway of Sheol

Crawling with hope into an unknown paradise

The shout of travail do I hear within my bowels thick

My soul pants in groaning words of meditation

When will my salvation come? I eagerly ask

Tis the time when finally; travail meets victory

Tis the time when Heavenly bodies lift up with me

Shouting the shout of acclamation

Roaring with cymbals and harps

Let the laboring woman now rest in the face of her new born

Let the hopeless begin to count the many entrances of hope

Alas! Alas! My travail has met with victory!

Live, Love, Laugh

Kaylove