I moaned in a rejected hour of lurch,

Bitterly feeling the ray of my burden scorch.

I mopped standing in a boat of affliction,

Driven by a sale of storm into the land of confusion.

At last, Jesus took me to the top of the miraculous hill,

The wind of the empowerment filled me to the very brim.

Then my soul was quieted.

As in the midst of my tears, I smiled..

I sleepfully walked on a platform of grace over miles,

And I stared at the stars that behold my promises from above,

I felt the life wire of love that connected me to a kind of ecstasy,

I was forcefully taunted to groan from within; “Abba Father”!

                “You are God of the living”!

On, the tallest tree of victory, I mounted with a voice of charge in the spirit …

“move mountains”! I commanded.

For I told my problems how big my God is, and they bowed to Jesus!

The strength of my heart…

-Cindy Dike.