When sorrow stirs deep within,
the anger,
the rage,
sweeps the feet like a storm in agony,
the tears that flow,
burst away the walls of hope,
drifting and lost,
clinging to find peace,
you grasp for pity,
wrestling with a war torn heart,
the battle for life,
surrender reads in your eyes,
the world seems on fire,
staring at the heavens,
you proclaim,
'Lord take my life, what purpose do I serve?".
the mind shredded from thoughts of grief,
you tremble inside,
stirred by buried emotions,
which way to go?
what lies ahead?
God point the way...


Dayne-Christopher