His love for Me: My love for her

To Find Relief from this Sadness

It is often time we feel alone.

When strayed so far,

From upon His throne.

That enemies lurk close to heart,

To eat the flesh like wolves and spark,

This saddened state,

Where once a joy,

Dismembered all the enemies' ploys.

Reluctant to give in to haste.

I waited in patience.

Knowing it is not too late.

And upon this change.

His glory sprung.

Although I find myself in dung.

Awaiting peace from His mighty hand.

Of late it seems,

He has left this man.

Destroyed,

In pain.

I struggle still.

As some in times,

Would take a pill.

To relieve themselves,

Of reality.

To many take,

They lose their plea.

At life and so mines still goes on.

Knowing beneath these shattered walls.

I will arise.

I do not know when.

But as I write,

This cursive pen.

Relives my hope.

This sanity.

I will not stop as this ink comes free.

Flows blood,

And red,

And stains in all.

Upon my brow,

Upon this call.

And forward I go.

I must rely.

On the creator,

Of earth,

Of heaven,

Of sky.

So, He may dwell within these bones.

And I may return.

To stand near His throne.