The Crash

Going so frantically,
mind running manically,
heart starts pounding
without reserve.
Body does quiver,
impossible to be quicker,
begins feeling sicker,
unable to be preserved.
The crash inevitable,
after pedal to the metal
with a soul all but impenetrable,
the soul passes out.
All hope lost
with every paid cost
as peace once sought
is known nothing about...
when suddenly there's a flash!

As if a voice is speaking
directly to my soul,
He tells me only He
can fill the void, the hole.
He tells me about
my own struggles
no one else knows
nor with which would be troubled.
He informs me what
I should have known:
I can't do this myself
whether or not I'm full grown.
When it comes to gaining
that true contentment and peace,
I am still an infant
who can only crawl on my knees
but He, my eternal Father,
carries me through
a wilderness in which
there is nothing I can do
as He feeds my soul
along the way
until I can stand
on my own that day.
He instills in me the peace
I pined, I beckoned for
and informs me I will
be good for so much more
as only with His support
can I make it through this
daily earthly grind
without being pecked by death's kiss.
My Lord has me
in His hands at all times,
the knowledge providing
this ultimate peace of mine.