An angel abandoned on hell's door step and hate crept into her dreams.
Seemed those holy soldiers didn't intervene into scenes where trouble's seen.
Ridded of emotion exposed to a devotion of a higher sort, as suppressed memories fade away, or do they dig themselves deeper into a blackened heart?
Hate was further escalated, underestimated by educated oppinions, but I longed to be apart of My Father's domminion.
I once was lost with neither day nor night and in my plight, Your light became my strength.
I stay true to you who raised me up from the depths.
I was so close to death.
Yet out of focus and didn't notice that the footprints in the sand were not my steps.
Always there when naked and bare I flew, and You, loved me.
That love has kept me strong, long before I knew,
I now know what it means to say that, I, love, You.
For I was so close to death.
Yet out of focus and didn't notice that the footprints in the sand were not my steps...
but Yours.
Author notes
number 3... this is my, with God's help of course, overcomming of depression
A contest entry
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Comments
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what a wonderful write. I love the reference to the footprints in the sand. I, too, struggle with depression and am always amazed at the grace of God. How do people get through life without Him? I hope I never have to find out. Good luck and God bless!
Kathryn
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this is what religion is for. and even though i don't believe any of it i'm glad some people do and i wish that i could but if i said i did it would be a lie. so am i lost? when i am alone am i truly alone? i guess i am but only when i lose myself.
i like this one even better then the other ones because it rhymes really good with more complicated words. you have such good words! and it's somehow more poetic then like a story a thought.
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