This world will pass,
But that doesn't mean we gotta go fast;
People will come and people will go,
We choose the thing that we will show.
There comes a time when night falls at last
A time of night when we remember the past
Sensory-deprived, we feel what we wished to forgo
This time of night makes our feelings flow.
A stillness,
A peace,
Tranquility marred only by what lies inside
An empty filled partially with our own soul,
We are alone, but not, at this time of night.
We asked and we asked,
For what we could not task;
The Lord is my shepherd and sow,
What we need, He does bestow.
His plan is perfect,
Our thoughts are not;
In the instance of an intersect,
We should remember, He knows the plot.
At this time of night,
We remember our plight,
But also our sight,
Of the One who delights...
..in us.
I literally don't know what this is. Sorry if it's bad. I know I broke a few poetry "rules". Anyway...here's Ghost, fading out.
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