by: Shirley Satterfield
Bipolar disorder may make me a bit different and perhaps even a bit odd. But I rejoice in my affliction because it is my strength, for my joy is just as rich as my sorrow is deep, and “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” I can succeed and Christ Jesus will give me the final victory over sin and death in my life.
Lover flies high above
Sees me walking
She speaks to me of things
Of a lonely summer
When I forgot my way
I still remember our
Talks by the sea
Sweet accustomed
Hands we held
Yet loneliness still safe
It’s all mine at night
When you find your new day
Will you take my hand tonight