"darkhope" poems
i.
Lassie of broken dreams, wailing, hurt,
God is waiting for thee; for his arm's art
Open to thy lost smiles, for he awaits
Thee dear child of hopeless days
And despair.
ii.
Dost not thou knowest my friend, for how
Much God dost careth for thee, for in thy
Cuts he didst share.
iii.
He took thy doubts and worries on
That cross, two thousand years ago,
For thee his blood was lost.
iv.
For thou owest nothing, he's payed the
Price, for thee hopeless one, he gave
His life.
Verily, verily I speak of Jesus Christ.
v.
He saidst come unto me all ye who labor and he shalt give thee rest, O' he wants to
Bring thee peace, not the cutting holes
Inside thy chest.
vi.
He's been right there with thee, though thou
Dost not know, thou canst not hide thy tears, for thy tears to God doth show. He ascended after ressurecting, to the heaven's he didst go; being seen by over five hundred, with other's and two angels.
vii.
He offered his life, so thou shalt surely live,
Heaven he offers as paradise dear sad one of this worlds abyss. Christ is smiling upon thee now child of many fears, his arms art open to thee friend, thou art more than worthy to us poets and so thou knowest God is near.
viii.
So if thou seekest peace, for that peace in Christ alone shalt be found; he loves thee O' dear jotter, for his love for thee shan't forsake thee, his arms art open to thee
As around thy shoulders the holes in
His wrists wilt be wrapped around.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC