Monday 17 October 2011

Glimpse into my unfinished book


Fire turned water
Desolation becoming eternal hope
Bitterness lost in irrepressible joy

But for me,
Life destroyed for death
Hope crushed by vice
Joy slaughtered in lust

How long will You remain silent?
Speak and I will listen.
 Though I wait, no sound I hear
Will your voice forever abate?

Yet this I call to mind
And therefore I have hope


Because of His great love, we are not consumed.


He has promised and will come
Delving streams in the wasteland
Avenging what was lost.
 
Cease striving and know, my soul
Even amidst this desert
He has come

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