Darkness encases my little home
a little light in a sea of deep
millions of faces all the same
some stare back, some bleed in the rain
thousands of spirits, some like mine
drifting forsaken, by the worlds and time
hundreds of words hurled at us everyday
some can change lives, some refuse to stay
many chances we get, to step out the door
turn on the porch light, but theirs one thing more...
one little light burning solid in my sea of deep
at the end of time, if we're refined
millions shall meet and worship one
Spirit Father and the Son
1 comment:
your blogs have seemed really annointed lately, and particularly poignant. keep it up!
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