The Light of Men

The Light of Men My surroundings began to be swallowed up by shadows. The doors of hell began to close. In this cold abyss I slowly grow. I did not choose this but I was chose. My thorns grew each the size of a rose. The storms knew what I now know. That after the rain comes the rainbows. After all the pain, the flame glows. Then burns slow. But I know not of tomorrow. Only today's sorrows. Covered by a blanket of snow, and kissed by the wind when it blows. The Life inside tells me to open my eyes. Wiping away my tears from my silent cries. I look and behold my Savior, Jesus Christ.