Author: IrregularHonour PM
For my own personal heroRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 253 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-02-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2948777
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2nd Sept 2011
Behold! Cold blue glow of dawn
Touches on a human form
And a misty veil of light
Illuminates his fragile plight
Yet golden hope shines from a lamp
And his face bears hopeful stamp-
For his eyes gaze down and look
Upon the pages of a Book!
A Book which lightens dull sad eyes
And teaches Truth which he applies
Until his soul feels it anew
-Grace fresh upon him like a dew
His Confidant! He has no fear
For the Holy Ghost is near.
Friend of Friends, He whispers low
Within his ear, "I know. I know."
"I know your pain. I know your fear
Of losing all you hold most dear.
Cast all upon me! I, Your Friend,
Will carry you! You may depend.
No shoulder stronger, nothing more sure
Then that I will bless thee more and more.
Tidings of woe need not dismay
When I can take your cares away."
And so he trusts Him, through and through
And every night, still fresh, anew
His faith is strong, though body weak
Because he knows just where to seek.
Because he trusts in God's own Word
Until doubt itself become absurd!
I see him, tired, shadowed, old
He feels the heat and feels the cold
I see his body shake with pain
I see him fighting without gain
And yet while standing by his side
I know for sure- what 'ere betide
God will keep him safe in soul
Each day renewed: God maketh whole.