Once again to strive, to beat it out

over and over again.

so worn, worked over

with the intention to kill.

to watch him die and smile

at his dismay,

his pain,

my deliverance.

my cleanliness a gift of freedom.

my walk purified.

my peace given by God.



What else is there

after slipping away,

when every thing is silent

and nothing else is around?

alone.

looking deep inside.

hearing the echo of my soul,

no one can know.



In these times of silence,

these times of separation,

i find there is a void that rises up,

a peace that brings my tears,

a comfort that no one else can offer.



So why do people run away?

why do they look elsewhere

and base their self on opinions

when the truth is so evident that this God of

love is so constant?

destruction and storms.

my Jesus stands to help