Focus on the pain, as life goes rolling by—
The darkness shreds my soul, leaving
A trail of ***** soul-crumbs wherever I tread,
A testament to pain endured.
His love-grace comes thundering down, drowning
Me in Presence divine; hope like an eternal
Flame flickering bright in midst of wind-swept
Plains, still throwing out its light.
A wanderer, I am—restless in the thoughts of life, a
Seeming never-ending search for meaning,
For comfort, for light. So I move on, neither here
Nor there—lost, alone!
His light follows, goes ahead; a beacon searching,
Spilling forth the way one step beyond,
Along the path of my life—the life He
Gives, desires that I live.
An attempt to hide, I flee this path of life, of destiny
Laid out before—to live a life my own, it
Seems. Further away—the light begins to
Fade—as darkness cloaks my soul.
Yet up ahead, flickering in the midst of heavy
Limbs, of trees of worries, fears—the
Light is there still—ahead! I see it behind,
Before—never leaves?
I’m His, I know, the light testifies to presence
Divine; chasing off my soul-darkness still.
My soul repaired, I wander to His love, His arms—
Focus on His love as life goes rolling by…
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
Focus on the pain, as life goes rolling by—
The darkness shreds my soul, leaving
A trail of ***** soul-crumbs wherever I tread,
A testament to pain endured.
His love-grace comes thundering down, drowning
Me in Presence divine; hope like an eternal
Flame flickering bright in midst of wind-swept
Plains, still throwing out its light.
A wanderer, I am—restless in the thoughts of life, a
Seeming never-ending search for meaning,
For comfort, for light. So I move on, neither here
Nor there—lost, alone!
His light follows, goes ahead; a beacon searching,
Spilling forth the way one step beyond,
Along the path of my life—the life He
Gives, desires that I live.
An attempt to hide, I flee this path of life, of destiny
Laid out before—to live a life my own, it
Seems. Further away—the light begins to
Fade—as darkness cloaks my soul.
Yet up ahead, flickering in the midst of heavy
Limbs, of trees of worries, fears—the
Light is there still—ahead! I see it behind,
Before—never leaves?
I’m His, I know, the light testifies to presence
Divine; chasing off my soul-darkness still.
My soul repaired, I wander to His love, His arms—
Focus on His love as life goes rolling by…