That I might be free.
I offer all I have
Make what you can of me.
Crack this hard shell
And mould me like new
That I might be
A reflection of you.
What little I have
I lay it before hour throne.
Restore me, O God.
May I long for you alone.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
Hope
What is life?
But this empty hole;
Swallowing humanity alive
And leaving us in the dark,
Where shadows come to haunt us
With their ghoulish shapes
And devilish size.
Where is the light
That makes these shadows?
Their arms wouldn't reach
Desperately for all souls wandering;
As if they would not exist
But for the light.
In the dark
A silent spark
Kindled into a blaze.
Hope--unexplainable
Burns with unique chance fervor
Drawing souls toward the eternal light.
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