once again to strive, to beat it out
over and over again
so worn, worked over
with the intention to kill
to watch him die and smile
at his dismay,
his pain,
my deliverance
my cleanliness a gift of freedom
my walk purified
my peace given by God
what else is there
after slipping away,
when every thing is silent
and nothing else is around?
alone
looking deep inside
hearing the echo of my soul,
no one can know
in these times of silence,
these times of separation,
i find there is a void that rises up,
a peace that brings my tears,
a comfort that no one else can offer
so why do people run away?
why do they look elsewhere
an base their self on opinions
when the truth is so evident that this God of
love is so constant?
destruction and storms
my Jesus stands to help