When my world’s been watered by tragic tears
and I’ve been ground down by my fears…
when dust has settled and pain is behind,
will visions of God come to mind?
When the table’s laid out with bread and wine,
a prayer to my Saviour divine
will centre my faith in a sacred space
so I can take heed of His grace.
When my hunger is gone and wisdom won,
the light that shines when day is done
will beckon me on through an open door
where I will find peace evermore.
Candles can sputter, a match will go out;
there’s a torch to hold, I’ve no doubt.
When my wick is turned down, it’s time to leave ~
there’s a brighter light, I believe.
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Write a poem about your faith. |
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Faith Poetry
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