Sometimes I lay upon my bed
And feel the presence dark and close
Something sinister, not from here
It's purpose to impose fear
But there I lay, no words been said
Yet I remember days longs past
Full of rough reminiscences
Harboring shame without remorse
Yet still I lay with swirling head
Dwelling, inwardly, all on me
Being the center of the world
Forgetting my nothing nature
Why do I lay refusing to be led
By Him who walked this earth before
And beat the Devil at his game?
Freedom is only a heartbeat away
Next time I lay upon my bed
And visitors unwanted come
The Holy Name I'll then invoke
And trustingly fall asleep
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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Comments2
Being confident of this very thing,...
It's quite a paradoxical experience, unique yet universal, eh?
There's nothing new under the sun.
Great write
Thanks!
You're welcome
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