Poetry

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Lights are out for hope tonight;
   just my tears and me in bed.
My joy deserts me with the light;
   sorrows shoot me full of lead.

Almost missing the glory gleaming,
   but for the corner of my eye.
The child in me is desperately pleading,
   “Abba, please, come stand by!”
It's too late, He's off and flown,
   only my tears to comfort me.
Has the Truth been overthrown?
   Say to my sorrow, “Be gone, flee!”

I've endured, forever and ever;
   I've lost all I thought was mine.
Her memory's scent I still remember;
   unforgiven, I'm left blind.

Deep the dark that carries me;
   so barren but for the lingering light.
In the deep of me I see
   my only glory did not take flight.
Again, the child in me is calling,
   “Keep me, Lord, through this night!”
“Away”, I pray for fear of falling.
   “My only hope is in Your might.”

All that's mine is here with me;
   my soul responds, “I have enough.”
Once again, in truth I'm free;
   I see the lie with its bluff.

So I sleep in this dry dark,
    but for the Light that's still with me.
My only Hope still has His spark;
   despite my sorrow, He did not flee.

© Bob Barra, 10-1-2012

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