Comments Inbox
| |
Shadow
Weak from living in shadow; the darkness of doubt
Constantly chased by sorrow, relentlessly pursued by this cloud
For understanding I prayed, for relief I did ask
But I was found unworthy; I must have been, as in shadow I bask
Secluded from light, surrounded by insecurity that overwhelms
Held down by suspicions, bound in this obscure realm
Trust I long for, a necessity with power I did not understand
Essential to love, a trait over which I once had command
This authority I lost, something I can no longer give nor receive
Because of this I have lost hope, because of this I grieve
A reprieve from this pain, from this agony I invite
To be able to breathe, to look upon life with delight
So for help I will continue to ask, I will hold on a little longer
Hoping my grasp weakens no more, praying he makes me stronger
F. J. Thomas
|
|
|