Who am I when the world completely halts?No TV,
PC,
P3,
DVD, or
Social media.
Just me.
No car to go,
to the store or show;
Just me.
Do I know who I am?
When all is quiet and confinement is my stay?
Will I be able to distinguish my way, The way?
When even the darkness darkens still,
Will I see the Light?
Which alone can keep me from fright.
Trauma within, for many a year.
I failed to know,
Pushed far deep down below.
Who am I, alone? Just me?
A prisoner?
O' soul, get quiet.
For when the vapor is gone and all that is left is a faded flower,
I, who is me, and am in He,
without doubt, will see...Him
in that triumphant hour.
Set worry aside, and let Faith take her stand,
for I am His now and also be will when the journey here ends.
Just me.
No car to go,
to the store or show;
Just me.
Do I know who I am?
When all is quiet and confinement is my stay?
Will I be able to distinguish my way, The way?
When even the darkness darkens still,
Will I see the Light?
Which alone can keep me from fright.
Trauma within, for many a year.
I failed to know,
Pushed far deep down below.
Who am I, alone? Just me?
A prisoner?
No, I am a sojourner, here.
I'm His,
Visiting, I see.
I'm His,
Visiting, I see.
Actually free.
Laugh O' my soul, sing aloud.
And watch the darkness move on as a cloud.
And watch the darkness move on as a cloud.
Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness
but will have the Light of life (John 8:12)
O' soul, get quiet.
For when the vapor is gone and all that is left is a faded flower,
I, who is me, and am in He,
without doubt, will see...Him
in that triumphant hour.
Set worry aside, and let Faith take her stand,
for I am His now and also be will when the journey here ends.
2 comments:
Debby, your talents are beautifully demonstrated in your words. I am drawn into each one of these poems and am overjoyed knowing you are my sister. love you muches
Hey sis-o. Love you too.
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