Walking through darkness
I stand now just here
Trodding through blackness
I hold back the tears
Why am I crying?
This doesn't seem right
Yet somehow I feel
Like I have to fight
Fight back the sorrow
Fight back the pain
Fight with my marrow
It all ends the same
Crying again here
On this bed of tears
Fighting my sorrow
Fighting my fears.
I have some hope
But what of the other?
He goes still through life
Wanting to suffer.
He won't accept
What I know is true
His bitter denial
Turns my face blue.
Walking through darkness
I stand now just here
Fighting the darkness
Out pour my tears.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Walking through darkness
I stand now just here
Trodding through blackness
I hold back the tears
Why am I crying?
This doesn't seem right
Yet somehow I feel
Like I have to fight
Fight back the sorrow
Fight back the pain
Fight with my marrow
It all ends the same
Crying again here
On this bed of tears
Fighting my sorrow
Fighting my fears.
I have some hope
But what of the other?
He goes still through life
Wanting to suffer.
He won't accept
What I know is true
His bitter denial
Turns my face blue.
Walking through darkness
I stand now just here
Fighting the darkness
Out pour my tears.
I have a friend whom I have been praying for for years. I love him so much. He is like a brother, and I ask him constantly to come to church, but he never does. So I pray some more. I just want to walk into heaven with him. I don't understand why God won't bring him. I suppose God does everything in his own time. I just need to come to terms with the fact that no matter how much I try, this man will never come to Christ through me. If he ever does, it will be God who does the work.
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