In The Night

w c

In The Night

 

I prayed for death in the night

And begged the grim reaper come

To take my soul a sorry sight

Grown distant from the Son

 

The evil there surrounded me

And gave me little horns

For all the ones that could see

I was bad and most forlorn

 

I struggled against the light one day

When a ray of hope did shine

To rescue me from certain grave

In the horror of the night

 

An angel there appeared to me

And slowly my life improved

Until from bad I had been freed

With my sense of worth renewed

 

Today I do not suffer such

As was usual then

And I pray the Son will keep me straight

With His grace to no end

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 00:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write wc. It's all of us, to some extent or other. it's no use us pretending we (or some of us) are basically 'nice'. But the light dawns on us!

    • w c

      Thanks orchidee. I appreciate your insight.

    • Lorna

      The poem found peace!

      • w c

        Thanks Lorna. Peace is good.



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