Let me cherish and honor your word in spirit
Let me uphold your will and be consumed by enormous divine love
Let it not be me that faults, wanders off grid, journeys to fields with skull and bones, no flesh but dust, quiet with gust of winds that blow over temperate fallen seed
Where darkness looms with cries of tormented souls
"If only had we hoped", a phrase yet turned desire
Words now buried deep and left for ants to feed
Let me in on purity and comfort that comes with you through prayer
Inner love blessed by the spirit Let me grow more in faith
Let it be me, for its you oh Lord that I seek.
We often seek comfort in evil most times knowingly with a belief that as soon as we've had enough we can go back to Christ forgetting that the more time spent in the dark the more we die spiritually. There's nothing that hurts more than regret. When you have some inner darkness always seek light in Christ