Friday, March 9, 2007

A God that is Yours

-A song of mine that is being composed by a friend.

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always fearful, always hopeful,
frozen here,

Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.

Pain on a child's face.

I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring salvation.

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