The Light
Shining down into the mauve shadows path
It blinds some in justified wrath
Neither ore picks it up in the glory
Iron nor bronze can tell his old story
In truth it shines the brightest only when
A foolish sinner skips the lions den
Gave into saving, his heart now on fire
The light shone in, heavens desire
Stand there awhile, take a deep breath, and rest
This light puts us all to the test.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2012
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