I've traveled so far,
and the night's unforgiving,
the concrete sucks the marrow
from my weary bones,
sweet Jesus, I'm calling,
please see me through,
I've walked a thousand miles
and I'm still too far from home
Your grays and your blacks,
keep me stagnate and pale,
and I just pray to a dead God,
that I can make through this trail
I've come so very far,
and I think I finally see light,
so distant, so pale
is it really in my sight?
Please, God, please,
let this be real,
no mirages today,
some false hope to embrace
I approach this dark hall
fearfully, hopefully,
and to my amazement I find
salvation is there
so subtle and sweet
and it's waiting for me
to come and eat
but I'm frightened,
can I go?
I must but I'm scared,
I go forward trepidatiously
and my find to my surprise
that my sins are eaten,
swallowed whole,
gone forever,
thank you, sweet Jesus, thank you!
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A contest entry
- Let Your Imagination Run Free #8 (Picture Contest) by Seeking Peace.
500 points, ended April 23, 2007, 24 entries
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"The concrete sucks the marrow from my weary bones"
My feet ache from just reading that! For me this phrase does not paint a picture, but it paints a feeling! I love it! -
This is a great write, similar feelings to what I have at the moment, well written and geat imagery here
Thanks for taking the time to enter, I wish you the very best of luck
Karen -
ooh.. spiritual huh? this is amazing, reminds me a lot of the feelings i have, and such good questions.. Another great write, you are really talented and i'm so glad to see you writing again...
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