The Angst of Night
Oh Lord, wouldst thou abandon me
my dirty hands besmirched with tears
trembling ‘mid a tortured truth
encased in walls of man made fears.
Would you pass judgment on the man
denuded of his soul
condemn the pieces of his life
denying he is whole.
Oh Lord, recant this heresy,
forgive such men their failing sight
do slowly in their darkest hour
lead them through the angst of night.
©9/18/2019
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