Alternating between scenes of reality, and truth.
Juggling pressing needs and sparse supply with calm finesse.
I look for the breakthrough Dealing with domestic demands,
Dissolving underlying disputes.
Managing external expectations,
Tempering tensed tensions, wondering when it will come
Keeping hope alive, Faith intact, Vision ever bright.
I still have joy. I still have faith. I still have hope
I’m on the verge of breakthrough, my breakthrough.
Stuck in the loop, following sequential motion, the system spins on
Days rolling into weeks and months, cycle unbroken, you also keep going
Doing the best that you can, one day at a time
With strategic calculations, and critical analyses, trusting for a breakthrough
Categorical decisions made with clinical precision, sacrifices & compromises
Being thrust into unforeseen challenges,
Got to shoulder now what was not prepared for,
Where Faith meets reality, and hope is injected into the present.
Let’s continue believing for the breakthrough, our breakthrough
Standing by the rivers of Babylon, on these straitened banks
Waters of sorrow, clouds of confusion and waves of depression
Threaten to overflow and overwhelm sense and sensibilities
The eyes fail, heart yearns, looking for the breakthrough
Yet while expending for unbudgeted encounters, Navigating undulating quagmires
We apply, appeal and hang onto Forces unseen, Depending on the dependable,
The Power behind the scenes
Counting on the God of the Breakthrough, on the verge of my breakthroughFor There is a God who rules in the affairs of men
As He says, and wills, so shall it stand.
Hence let the chips fall where they may, He will breakthrough this darkness
Life is happening – dealing blows hard and fast, soft slaps interspersed.
“Tis not fair! There’s no explanation!”
When it rains it pours. Cast down indeed, but not destroyed
Carless, cashless, friendless, foodless; verveless strengthless, helpless,
But not faithless. Conscious of His good plans for an expected end
Waiting for the breakthrough, on the verge of breakthrough
So, we live stuck on Him, having taken a stand, in the ‘Even if ’realm
Believing His promises, banking on His Faithfulness, sold out.
Being fully persuaded as Esther, and Abraham, Daniel also, with the three, and Job
Not distressed, not in despair, not forsaken, risking it all
Full of faith, trusting a coming brighter day, let’s stagger not.
Tired, yes, sometimes weary, but not giving up. Help my unbelief, Lord.
For I know my Redeemer liveth, and after awhile
He shall perfect, stablish, strengthen, and settle me.
Therefore, against hope, I’ll yet believe in hope, till the end
There is hope for the future He says. It’s a point of no return
On the verge of breakthrough, my breakthrough, I will breakthrough.
Louisa Betse Ninson
Virtuous Living 