By RebeccaBeth_88
Date: 2009 Aug 26
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Wonderland

Emptiness fills the places
I walk.
Paths aren't painted as clear
as I would like.
No clear signs, no clear direction,
The brushstrokes are of a genius heart.
On my knees in the dark,
Tears raining from shamed windows
Of my helpless soul-
My lantern is unlit.

Lord, light my lantern
And restore me to my feet.
Make it sway and light the corners
Of this wonderland around me.
And if I must travel on painted paths
of the seemingly unjust,
Remind me that Your brushstrokes
Are ones of utter trust.


"You, Oh Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light."

-Psalm 18:28-