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Title: A Wayfarer's Cry (2) Post by: Wayfarer on September 22, 2006, 02:31:29 PM A labyrinth, a maze,
This world. Dreamscapes of barrenness, This life. Creeping vines of discord Around me wrapped Pulling tight. Choking my voice I cannot cry out I cannot be saved Lonely, empty, This heart. Shattered, dispairing, This mind. Praying for redemption For clarity Needing strength Folded hands upon the pillow Screams echoing Nights of darkness and demons Wandering, hopeless, This soul. Distraught, depressed, This body. Where is the light? Where is the saving grace? Where is the retribution? Where is my Lord? Where is my Father? Where is my Rock of Salvation? 9/22/2006 (c) Robin Shahan Title: Re: A Wayfarer's Cry (2) Post by: willychuck on October 29, 2006, 05:00:52 PM Hi Wayfarer,
Wow. I'll say that backwards, woW. I can't help feeling the struggle you present in the poem. There's been many times in my own life I've felt the struggle of where is my God. Things in life choking me, crushing me, squeezing me till I was no more. I couldn't make sense of most anything in my life. Except one. That He was there. That He is there. Always. Even though I was still confused about my situation, His word, His Spirit, His heart was somehow revealed to my heart, He was there. He wasn't leaving me. Ever! One of the many awesome loves about God is that what He has begun, He will finish. What He has begun in me, in you, in all of His kids, is the changing of our lives into the image of His Son. I do long for the day that I will see Him face to face. Wrap my arms around His neck and hold on forever. Just loving Him. your friend and brother in Jesus, ;D Bill |