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 Approaching the opening hollow hole
I feel a grip upon my soul
The cold and dark around me bide
But yet, O Lord, You're by my side.
Feeling the pain, the load so weary
Makes my wandering heart so heavy
No way out, drawing deeper
The gripping pull of a worn out sleeper
My dream so vivid, the hue so bright
Make sound sleep impossible tonight
Tossing and turning within the dream
My heart beating fast like a rushing stream.
Oh, how long will this nightmare last
How much more time will pass?
Wake up O soul, open your eyes
Awaken the sleepy dreamer inside.
Then with opening eyes, see the light
The room all around now looks so bright
Praying earnestly no more to dream
For I want to rest in peace supreme.
Suddenly I realize through this nightmarish tale
That in the Lord no doom will prevail
He saves us from harm that the enemy sends
The Lord will rescue my soul in the end.
poem by Sheri Rosencrantz
e-mail her at sherirosencrantz@msn.com |
