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Aug. 28, 2007
I Am. . . What?
I am. . . what?
What am I?
Who am I?
And what am I doing?
I sigh alone,
longing for a semblance of
former home.
Coursing tears,
like falling rain drops,
dapple the pillow
where I lay my head.
All of my fears,
like pressing shadows,
scarily cast shadows,
like a bare autumnal tree.
I am. . . what?
I know I should be happy,
but inside I'm not.
I know I should rejoice in Him
who died upon my cross.
I know my life should not revolve
around my selfish fears.
But sometime's I'm so broken
I just want to shed my tears.
Who am I?
I'm helplessly lost.
What am I?
I'm a ransomed one of God's!
How can those
be reconciled again?
I'm happily sad,
yes, happy and sad.
I'm happy in love,
and sad in separation,
but I know that love heals itself.
No matter what
Love is forever
and ever
and ever
and ever,
far past the edge of time.
-finis-
Original Composition, August 2007 |
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