Running
Running
6-14-2016
Tom
I wrestled with darkness, searching for light,
Having worldly things housed in my coffer.
At next cockcrow became my last flight,
My broken heart was all I had to proffer.
Then all at once a conversion came about,
I began to weep and didn’t understand.
But immediately knew I wouldn’t bail out,
My heart was stirred by God’s loving hand.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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