I have been silent for too long,
As the agony does prolong;
And I was holding myself back,
From things I did not know I lack.
I kept quiet and had been still,
For I was spiritually ill;
With no insight for me to see,
What it was doing onto me.
But as a girl in childbirth,
Deep in my heart I did unearth;
I discovered a lot of doubt,
Which was making me to cry out.
For it caused me to gasp and pant,
And sung to the Lord in a chant;
For I knew that I had a true need,
From the sinful ways to be freed.
I laid waste to mountains and hills,
Looking for something that instills;
And was on unfamiliar roads,
Nearing the darkness that implodes.
But the Lord then had come to me,
Opened my eyes so I could see;
He said He spares me from the wrath,
And guides me down the unknown path.
God will turn darkness into light,
For assisting me with my sight;
As He makes the rough surface smooth,
The torment and pain He will soothe.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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