Here I stand in the mist of another long night. And what seems just isn't so. And what is, seems so far away. Trapped in the slince of this night, with the warped darkness slowly swirly its way around, trying to wrap me tightly within. Tho I shall never concede to the darkness.
I am a child of the light. Whose weakness is being susceptible unto the darkness. The darkness always tries to offer a sense of comfort, promising to cover up all that shames me, all the wrongs within. Just shadow them out. But can one really trust what the darkness has to offer?
The light promises to take away all that shames me, and all that is wrong within. But want my life in the end. But really what good does my life do me in the end? If i'm dead and gone does it matter where it goes?
I work so hard to shove doubt aside and yet, here I go again. Doubt is the opposite of faith. I want faith, I want to believe in all that is good. I want peace deep within. But here is this word SEEMS again. pounding on my door, bringing along doubt, and as long as there is dobt I can not hve faith. GOD Please help me. Rid me of this dobt that is tryin to thrive within me.
But then again, as my sunday school teacher always says. its one sure way your doing right if you got the darkness trying to pound you down.
*stands up tall, brushes off the dust. kicks down the door, and blows the doubt back into its darkness, light the entrace and going forth*
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