A Reason To Believe

When in sorted times we have become complacent when Shattered fragments left loose on their briars once again In timeless plight we have a tendency to forget the night The day is far spent while lived by sight; A Reason To Believe When shadows get loosened to its course of shape We will wallow to reach the North in spiral fate We live in mockery sent to the close of faith With a cascading ship filled with fools going much too late In crimsome tide ethced through the surface of my mind I try to look yet today all is much too blind As if animals going out on some desolate perch Shades of black paint in its overt mask What will ceil the case never to give anyone any flack A fickle of Pine rested on the back porch ventured vine We all must search the scriptures daily otherwise one is totally blind!