A DAY OF TERROR AND LIGHT
Jan. 5, 2010
I ventured out into the world today.
The day was cold and cruel and dark and grey.
Nothing could warm my poor soul.... ‘cept the son.
I walked away.... Having no protection.
As I looked up, dark clouds gath’ring above.
I was pelted with hail....there was no love.
What should I do.... and where else could I go?
No where to hide....from this evil below.
I ran helter skelter... in awful fright;
Knowing not, where to go... their was no light.
Asking for help....there was no one in sight.
When suddenly .....a man saw my great plight.
He raised his umbrella, over my head.
Stopping the pelting....the dark and the dread.
His eyes of mercy.....showing that he cared.
Knowing in that instant... our lives we’d share.
I asked where were you.... when I first set out?
“Waiting for you... to turn back and call out.
With you, I can’t go... When you go astray;
Under my umbrella...choose now to stay.”
By: Sheila Weaver
aka: peacefullyabiding
I ventured out into the world today.
The day was cold and cruel and dark and grey.
Nothing could warm my poor soul.... ‘cept the son.
I walked away.... Having no protection.
As I looked up, dark clouds gath’ring above.
I was pelted with hail....there was no love.
What should I do.... and where else could I go?
No where to hide....from this evil below.
I ran helter skelter... in awful fright;
Knowing not, where to go... their was no light.
Asking for help....there was no one in sight.
When suddenly .....a man saw my great plight.
He raised his umbrella, over my head.
Stopping the pelting....the dark and the dread.
His eyes of mercy.....showing that he cared.
Knowing in that instant... our lives we’d share.
I asked where were you.... when I first set out?
“Waiting for you... to turn back and call out.
With you, I can’t go... When you go astray;
Under my umbrella...choose now to stay.”
By: Sheila Weaver
aka: peacefullyabiding
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