Saturday, March 2, 2019


Like silver streaking in a glum night
Bare of hope and still I want to fly
Teardrops glisten upon icy shores
Fearful hearts risen, bringing me home
Wrested doubt like cinder and ashes
Plumes of smoke dancing in the shadows
In dark recesses no longer free
Blind to this miracle before me
Plentiful my remorse glad of stone
Burdened shoulders this cross I have worn
Unlikely hero holding my heart
Faith of my Father, ne’er I do part

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