I'm walking through storms, shadows
and fear.
I'm fighting the daunting, memories
that draw near.
Like phantom ships sailing and
lost into sea.
Like ghostly images from a movie,
longing to be free.
Walking through the dimly lit
night sky as the fog and mist clear.
I stop all of a sudden, with a
silent whisper I hear.
I choose to forget and keep
moving along.
Yet the angels they whisper that
heavenly song.
I then stop at a park bench to
bow my head and pray.
"Oh Lord will you help me?"
I suddenly say.
As I bow my head and tears
start to fall,
I wonder if I to some other than God,
even matter at all.
Lost in the wreckage of confusion,
sadness and despair.
Like a car rolled in a ditch, on a cold
icy night, with a chill in the air.
My eyes burning from mascara
that stream down my face.
From the tears that I cried and
exhausted like I was running a race.
I look up to the mountains and then see
a star in the sky.
The moon beaming down brightness
as I let out a sigh.
I listen to the peace echo no noise.
I realize then , that I have a choice.
I pray to God and know he is
trying to tell me to focus on
Him.
For the battle can only be won
for the victory is Jesus that will
already win.
I get up and walk through the dark
streets back on my way home.
A smile begins to unfold as I know
I am not forever alone.
So when the devil attacks with doubts,
lies and fears.
Keep looking to Jesus as he draws
you back and wipes away tears.