The force of hesitation has kept me far from you my King,
The doubt has kept me underwater; my hardened heart has made me cold and dead.
Floating through the waves but slowly drowning, not knowing what joy is or what is suffering.
The waves crash on me to and fro, looking at the dark skies with glass eyes that can't be read.
Water has become heavy; the ripples have shadowed me from your Light,
All that can be done is to wonder at the stars, for they answer "There is a Mighty God"
Lord, may I pray "Rescue me from this sea, I no longer want to dwell in the night".
The heaviness of the water has clenched to my breath, "Lord save me with your golden rod ".
The weeping tears have deepened the tides of sorrow, "Lord deliver me soon ".
If this is the end to my Earthly life, "Lord wake me to Eternal life, take me to your shelter",
I've closed my eyes, 'I'm ready Lord, deliver me from the harshness of war under this moon".
The dark through my eyelids were no more, to open them to the sight of my Savior.
His Mighty hand swooped down to carry me out of the murky water that I dwelled in for too long,
Murky water filled with depression oppressed within my heart and mind.
Finally my eyes were not deceived; my Shepherd has heard my prayer and song.
He lifts me up, soaring on his wings of warmth, my woefulness left behind.
He takes me to his home, his realm that holds his Honorable Throne,
The weights of the world, the anguish from the pain, and the demons have left my head,
They fled from the Light of God, His light shining brighter than any rhinestone.
The Lord takes my hand and walks me through a gentle path beside a riverbed.
"Come walk with me, and accept my complete honesty,
I did not give you life on Earth, so that Darkness could take a hold of you.
You are mine, you were always mine, and I say this truthfully.
Satan has lied to you, to say you were worth nothing so you would not pursue,
He saw the danger of you, a Child of God after my own heart.
Your passion and eagerness to seek me was strong,
But Satan fed little lies in your mind and heart to take you apart.
He told you to give up; life was not worth it, that you did not belong.
That you were worthless, abandoned, and forgotten,
Making you believe that you were too broken to fix; that you were lonely, depressed, and unseen.
Satan condemned you when you stumbled with sin to make you think you were so rotten,
He wants to drag my children down; Satan's plans are ever obscene.
My Child, hear my voice and take these words to heart. You are not an error or weak!
My beloved, I treasure you. I take delight in having you with me.
Don't shut me out; let me in your heart. Let me hear you speak.
Speak to me of your concerns, allow me to lead the path, I ardently love thee.
Go back to your temporal home; don't allow darkness to seep into your heart and soul.
My beloved, I have given you purpose. Be my servant and spread my love.
Don't look right or left, I am your straight and narrow path. I am the end goal.
Seek my truth, bear good fruits and know that I am all around you, in you and above.

As they walk through the thick blanket of fog,
All that is heard is their vulgarity toward God.
Repeating to spew the poison from their tongues,
As the blood diminishes to cover their sins they enjoy dwelling in.
More continue to walk into this venomous fog, lost in their disobedience.
They walk blindly pretending to see what is ahead, a nose too high obstructing the view.
Not knowing that their reality will end in a second or two, like the hasty winds.


As they walk through the thick blanket of fog,
There boastful season has ended, for they feel nothing to walk on.
The ground was absent, the realization that they have fallen off an unseen cliff.
Was the lawlessness well worth it? With no hand of God to catch their fall,
To fall and continue to fall, only to be devoured by the darkness too many have swarmed to.
An end is the end, not when personal possessions have been lost but when a soul was never found.
Must it be too late to find out the truth, lost children? To grieve the Father as He sees His children pouring down that cliff.




But then...silence! What can be heard through this thick blanket of fog?
One!... Two!.. Three! Out of the thousands. The only voices praying to Him pleading to be rescued!
Singing and searching for their Maker, the hearts that refused to hardened.
Knowing of their own disobedience, they continued to seek the One who forgave.
For the love and joy gleamed from His heart,
To know His children who were looking for their way back home.
He steered his way toward their voices, clearing the fog and shining is light.
Then to proceed the way back home to finally know what content is; anchored in His wholeness.

Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me,
Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security.
On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing.
Having seen friends and masses load on that train.
A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain.
How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain?

I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway.
And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind.
Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day?
What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans",
Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away?
The places I yearn and desire to go.

All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy.
Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity.
There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me.
He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key.
He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free.
Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be.

As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade,
For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed.
A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid.
His train is one that few and far between ever take,
Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake.
He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate.

For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness.
The answer to broken dreams and broken promises.
I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis.
I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.