The Rock

No longer tears of pain, but joy, what tactics does my God employ, to rid my heart of loneliness, transformed into a lonely bliss? And Satan’s left, but he will come, he’ll take not all the hearts, but some. Yet I will stand a rock of love, characteristic of above. For God has given me […]

No longer tears of pain, but joy,
what tactics does my God employ,
to rid my heart of loneliness,
transformed into a lonely bliss?

And Satan’s left, but he will come,
he’ll take not all the hearts, but some.
Yet I will stand a rock of love,
characteristic of above.

For God has given me my sight,
and walked me through the dark of night.
How then, should I be saddened now,
when at the Throne of God I bow?

 

(I think I wrote this one in Junior High – it got published in some book.  I have no idea which book though.)

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