Old Things Have Passed Away
weeping like a willow,
my head hits my pillow
as the dark,
clouds,
my mind.
Tears are the only release
i find,
cascading down my face,
as if that's their place.
Like a tornado,
my thoughts are tossed
around in my mind,
wondering,
wishing,
hoping,
these feelings of emptiness,
would disappear.
I will STAND
against my Golliath,
as David did
WITHOUT fear!!!
for i trust in you,
to see me through.
i will rise
from this bed,
made like a grave.
No longer will i submit
to being a slave,
to this world that i live in.
You breathed on me,
now i live again.
I humbly bow,
like wheat,
ready to be used,
for you are PURE,
but i,
i .....
stand accused.
i share my heart
with every stroke of ink,
I will trust you,
to walk on water,
for i will not sink!!!
As the dark clouds go away,
i see,
a rainbow,
with promises of a brighter day
for old things have passed away!!!!
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