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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1230151
This is about hope and salvation
I kneel and pray,
To Lord God above.
I turn beseeching hands, eyes and voice,
To Heaven, hoping that today,
You show your mercy and love.

Son of God, Son of Man,
For forgiveness you gave your life,
With forgiveness I ask for mine.
Your sacrifice had just began,
Your blood was shed end this strife.

I yearn to drop this world and its heavy weight,
To drop this pain and rage.
Shackled to the breath of Life,
Longing to end this listless wait,
Straining at my flesh-made cage.

No longer do I wish to be here,
Isolated from Your Might.
There’s a longing to be forgiven,
A longing to be there,
Bathing in Your Light

I long to rest at the foot of the throne,
To lay out my crown.
Before I curl up easy at Your feet,
There is much for which I atone,
Before I set my burdens down.

I am cut off from thy divine grace,
By the Sons of Light.
Hard and fast they hold my soul,
With chains thinner then lace,
They bind in pure spite.

The Darkened Light block my eyes,
The Children hide Your Speech.
I can not help but despair,
When I cry into the empty skies.
When I see the Father so far out of reach.

I beg you Lord for exorcism,
Sons of Light gnaw at my soul.
I doubt you hear my prayers.
I continue to dream of Your altruism.
But hope is born and quickly stole.

My words are helpless birds,
Fledged fresh from the nest.
Pounced upon with fangs and claws,
Shredded prayers are devoured by hoards,
Greedy tongues swallow the oppressed.

I feel them moving underneath my flesh,
Controlling limb and lips,
Restless prowling in my blood,
False emotions they enmesh,
Memory becomes written scripts,

I fear for when I am dead,
For they will truly have me.
At last! Forever!
They revel at each tear I shed.
Each one closer to the fiery sea.

My tongue is stilled,
Crying out for salvation.
My heart is harden,
Beating cold in my chest.
My hands are held,
Reaching for faith .
How long do we walk the Dark,
Before we reach the Light?
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