A man wearing a gold watch

Keeps trying to move on

In his journey of life,

But he can’t.

His watch

Keeps getting in the way,

And he doesn’t want it

Damaged or broken.

He cares about it

So much,

And won’t take it off.

It’s the last thing of value

That he has left.


He doesn’t want

To let it go,

He doesn’t want

To cast it aside.

But as long as he has it

It will continue being

In his way.


He stares at the path ahead,

Of what he’ll have to do

To reach his goal.

He can’t keep the watch

Even though he wants to.


He makes a decision

And takes off the watch

He throws it to the side

And walks

Down the path

Before him.

The watch shatters

On the ground

No longer of any value

To anyone.


A little boy with a balloon

Is having fun at a fair.

He grips the balloon tightly,

Never wanting to let it go.


He goes on a ride,

Still holding the balloon,

And is lifted

High in the air.

The boy is scared,

Fearing for his life

Fearing for what might happen.

He needs to hold on,

Hold on with both hands,

But can only use one

With his balloon

In the other.


He doesn’t want

To let it go

Doesn’t want

To lose his balloon,

But he lets it go,

And grips on to the ride

Tightly with both hands.

The balloon floats away

Rising into the air,

Fading into the distance

Forever out of reach.


Ten years later,

The man who threw away

His watch,

His most valuable possession,

Now has a family

With two children,

Lives in a large house

And drives a car

Of his dreams.

He now has many watches

To replace the one

He gave up.


He now has more

Of value to him

Than ever before.


The boy who let go

Of his balloon

Is now all grown up.

He’s thinking about the day

He let go

Of the balloon

As he walks out

To his car

On his way to work.

On his windscreen

He finds an old wrinkled balloon

The same colour as the one

That he let go.

Next to it

Is a whole pack

Of balloons

All the same colour.


He smiles.

He can now give them

To his daughter,

And give her

Something to treasure

And play with.


Sometimes in our life

We need to let go

Of what we hold dear.

But someday it comes back

Or we get

So much more.

Sometimes to progress

We just need











At times

Our situation in life

May seem


At times

Our situation in life

May seem


At times

Our situation in life

May seem



At times

We just want to give up.

At times

We want it to end

So badly,

We think of doing things

We normally would not consider.


All the hurt,

All the pain,

All the suffering.

To make ourselves feel better

We do

Horrible things,

However, nothing is ever resolved by it,

And nothing is ever accomplished by it,

Except making the devils grasp

Stronger on us.


In these times

We cannot give up,

We cannot let him take us,

We cannot let him push us

Over the edge so that we fall

Into his clutches,

We cannot let him.


In these times

We have to remember

That there are people

Who love us,

Who care for us,

Who want to see us smile,

Who want to see us laugh,

Who want to see us happy.


We also have to remember

That there is a God

Who is up in heaven

Who loves us so strongly

So mightily,

So powerfully,

That he just wants

To pull us out of the ocean

And save us.


All we have to do

Is accept him,

And let him take

The pain away,

Let him heal

The wounds,

Let him heal

Our lives,

Let him forgive

Our sins.


At the end of it all,

As he dries us off,

He will not leave us,

He will always be there

For us.

We just have to remember that.

Lifted Up

There’s a knight

Out on the frontline

Fighting for his God’s Kingdom

Out in the trenches.

His armour shines,

Illuminating the darkness around him,

Showing his people

How to be strong,

How to do what needs to be done.


He walks out of the darkness

And into God’s light.

His armour is tarnished,

Stained and filthy.

He’s wounded, broken,

And he tries to get

His armour clean again.

But he can’t lift the stains

Or remove the impurities.

They cling to his armour

And won’t let it go.


There’s a person

Wrapped up in chains,

Weighted down by them daily.

They’re entwined so tight,

They cut down deep

Into the skin,

Leaving scars and wounds.

They tear at the person’s clothes,

Tear at their hair,

Leaving them bald and nude,

Coiled in a cold dark prison.


The person tries

To unwrap themselves,

To break the chains

Which are holding them back

And weighing then down.

But they can’t get free,

They can’t even weaken the links

Entombing them inside

This iron cell.


The knight that is trying

To clean his armour,

Gives up

And falls

Down on his knees,

Crying out in desperation.


The person in chains

Trying to get free,

Tires of the effort,

Resigns to their situation

And falls down on their knees,

Crying out in despair.


There’s a man

That can see past

All of this rot

And get right down

Into our hearts.


He looks through the stains

Covering the knight’s armour.

He makes the person’s chains

Transparent under his gaze

And sees what lies underneath.


He picks the knight up

Off his knees

And wipes the stains

Clean off of his armour.

He gives the knight the strength

And the energy to continue

And be strong for his people.


He picks the person in chains up

Out of his misery

And breaks them off,

Coil by coil,

Link by link.

He heals the person’s wounds

And gives them clothes,

Making them decent

To live a life for him.


We’re like the knight,

Like the person in chains.

The man that can see

Through all of the garbage

Wants to free us too.

He wants to catch us

When we fall

And put us back up

Onto our feet.

We just have to let him in

And hand him

The baggage

That’s holding us down.