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Loudly I cried unto the Lord,
So He would be able to hear;
I did not want to be ignored,
Rather have Him open His ear.
On this day I was in trouble,
So I went to the Lord for aid;
I needed help on the double,
Because I was very afraid.
Then at night I stretched out my hands,
And went into prayer not tired;
My plea had turned into demands,
As though my time has expired.
Yet my restless soul has refused,
To be comforted by His Word;
Because I had felt so abused,
For His voice I still have not heard.
For I started to remember,
As I began to lose all hope;
Thoughts are like a burning ember,
Fading when you no longer cope.
Eyes wide open I am upset,
My mouth is not able to speak;
The good old days that I regret,
Are the times that I wish to seek.
I recall my song in the night,
As my soul searches for answers;
How I want to be in the light,
But sin has only left cancers.
Will the Lord reject me this time,
Or will be accepted by Him;
Will He pardon me for my crime?
Or continue that I feel grim.
But the Lord is always so great,
Remembering the past brings hope;
So then I am able to wait,
And until such time I can cope.
Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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