
"If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?" Grounded hope.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 651 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3086535
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28/12/2012
Revelation
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Deeper than my soul can go
My Lord has gone and all I know
Already known, and my despair
Is but distrust for all His care
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And this distrust is but a creed
By the Devil to mock my need
And taunt me by my blinded eyes
With the loss of all I prize
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But not undone, my soul is still
Surrendered to the Father's will
And if I ever lose this sight
Dark indeed must be my plight
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Which I create for my own end
Not done by Whom I should depend
Upon. But I trust Him, for I know indeed
He has answered all my need.
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Not once but many times again
I've borne, but never was my pain
A tenth of what my Lord has known
Reaping what my sin has sown.
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Tho' once I thought, unique to me
Was all the hurt and misery
For who indeed could understand
That misty, groaning, shadowed land?
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Who indeed could walk my road
Along with me, and bear the load
I only bear? All I comprehend
Unique. Beyond the reach of friend.
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Beyond the reach of even words
Upon a page, although I purge
Away my passions thus. I find
E'n more within my mind.
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A well, a fountain opened up
To taste the gall on which I sup
That mockery, to self-express
What I would not dare confess
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My strength in words! Ah yes, indeed
Thus the passions written, freed.
But what behind? For every word
Must meaning have or be absurd.
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And cheap to find upon a page
Is wisdom or opinions sage
Of men. Who have from dawn of time
Outwritten any poem of mine.
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I've tasted of that earthen well
Within where all opinion dwell
That man may give, and paid the price
They ask for heeding their advice
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Thus turning all my eyes and ears
From Truth, to only what appears
And pleases men. But I found they lied
And by their folly many died.
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That tainted well not fit to taste
And all my mind is put to waste
In slavery. Far too great a cost
And nothing gained for what is lost.
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I turned away from words of men
Within or yet without my ken
My child's heart reached out for hope
And found it not in human scope
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For I had need! And on it drove
Me to find that Treasure Trove
Wherein is stored the Substance sought
The Truth which over men have fought
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Elixer of all Life, to drink
From this Well, stand on the brink
And cusp of our Eternity
And find an Answer to my plea.
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An Answer greater than I knew
Encompassing all! Substantial. True.
Wisdom not of man, and real
Enough to pardon, and to heal.
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I wanted more than man could give-
I wanted Hope wherewith to live.
I wanted Life itself to be
My passport to Eternity
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My life was empty, and was vain
Despair a mockery of pain
My soul, a broken wounded thing
Without a voice wherewith to sing
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God granted healing from His Book
And simple faith was all it took
In simple Words, which out of love
God sent to men from up above.
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Not far from me, but close at hand
The Truth I sought to understand
Not hard to find, but clear as day
Once I bowed my head to pray
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His Spirit and my soul combined
In battle for my heart and mind
Which once surrendered to His care
Put the lie to my despair
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I found His Truth sufficed for all
My pain and troubled mind. That Call
Once heard had given purpose; life
And stilled my heart of inward strife.
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My Grounded Hope is strong and sure
Despite all tempests I endure
My passions may be changing; weak
But not the Truth whereof I speak
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