It is brave to live in darkness
To continue to breathe through
the bullets
When twenty childish souls are
silenced
It is brave to think
Tomorrow and tomorrow I shall
arise
God willing, in the darkness
I will continue to serve
And some will wonder like Job
Why did I not die at birth?
Why come to this sad broken earth?
But there is bravery in the
heart
Beating in the sludge of evil
In the trust of a good God
Who holds back the tremors from
the garden
And in each laugh and lovely
thought
There’s a bullet for the devil
Hoping to drag us to the
hopeless mourning cry
Why did I not die?
At birth, like Job who saw
despair’s edge
And lived
And breathed
And never cursed God in the
darkness
Hi Heather :-)
ReplyDeleteAt times one does wonder that
Yes, well, Job certainly did.
DeleteI really like this. A lot.
ReplyDeleteThanks Carrie! That means a lot to hear that.
DeleteWow, Heather. You should submit this to a publication. It's very good. Especially felt the line "There’s a bullet for the devil."
ReplyDeleteThanks Ben! Maybe I should.
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