By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2009.08.26.22.36.2140]] |
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- |