I'm holding my soul in my hand,
a collection of trials and tribulations,
never finds a silence, harmony and contentment,
a lost spirit searches for a place, a homeland.
Lost...and searching...looking for pleasure,
off track and struggles to keep from drowning,
love, family, friends...nothing brings fulfillment,
I buy houses, cars, and unseen treasures,
thinking they will bring about motivation,
and fill the hole growing deeper in my core.
Work is more important than anything,
a locomotive in full power-driven motion.
Nothing, eases the bareness inside my being,
a lost spirit craves moral fiber,
this vacancy causes tenderness and agony,
grows to a point of foreboding and seething.
One morning a shaft peeps through my window,
kisses my shut eyes to unlock my hurting soul,
I see His Almighty radiance attach itself to my heart,
I reach out...take His hand...accept the rainbow He provides.
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Promises... they can often mean so little coming from humans, as such a huge percentage are broken. But I never ceased to be comforted by the promises coming from Faithful and True. We can embrace His promises like no other, just knowing... just knowing. Beautiful, beautiful work!