Black wings drift me down into the light of your holiness.
Burning bright in my eyes, the glory of you, not knowing what to do.
The sinew gives and my knees crash to the floor.
What hell awaits me for the wrong decisions I've made in the before.
Caressing of a hand I feel upon my face.
A touch that exudes compassion and grace.
Beckoning you call me to rise, for no fault have I found within your eyes.
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Glory Personified
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poems I've written about my relationship with God. When I endured the deep pit of my thoughts and dealing with depression. A depression so painful because I thought I was beyond forgiveness and how God uses those moments and...
