Once Upon A Shadow, Deep Inside A Dream

and I love Him 05-03-06

Oh, the sun-swept, dry land of my soul,
How long and wearying is your plight,
All pieces drifting apart, never whole,
The darkness gathering within as night.
With shadows dark and holding strong,
The stillness of this barren land of mine,
In the harsh burning waste of wrong,
Longing always for the deep, cold brine.

Oh, the sun-dried, bleak realm of my spirit,
Crushed beneath the weight of my iniquity,
Avoidable vices distilled to nothing more than habit,
Does that now not excuse my immorality?
Crying out for peace among the rushes of death,
Throes of suffering holding me in its dominant sway,
Whispered penance taking away even stolen breath,
While borrowed time rapidly falls away.

Oh, the sun-baked, arid valley of my essence,
Why shadow me in the darkness of my past,
Why cover me in your horrid, unending decadence,
Shirking the way that would free me at last?
Holding tight to the twisted staff of evasion,
An offering of help from sin’s vulgarity,
Hands slippery from the blood of the abrasion,
Received from the stumble, the fall, a non-rarity.

Please…

Oh, the rain-drenched, lit land of my soul,
How wonderful to see the goodness again,
Though the pieces mended together to be whole,
Had nothing to do with me, the person within.
In the light-shrouded world of forgiveness and peace,
I rise to meet Him in the skies once more,
For His touch alone caused the pain to cease,
His mercy bringing me to love’s door.

Oh, the rain-soaked, glowing realm of my spirit,
Soaking up His benevolence and devotion in great billows,
Why, so long, did I linger, lost in fierce habit,
When He held His hand nearer, nearer, to remove all woes?
Can it be that He is mine forever and a day,
Always, longer than time, His love never ending,
Can it be that I no longer have reason to run away?
His arms welcome me with a tender ardor, forgiving.

Oh, the rain-saturated, radiant valley of my essence,
Words cannot express the compassion He possesses,
Joy within me swells and grows as I stand in His presence,
Though I should be last of all to receive pardon, I still transgress.
Yet He holds me close and calls me friend, He loves me like no other,
Smothers guilt and removes the tears that fall when I remember,
His blood alone can wash me clean and my transgressions cover,
He is my Master and my truest Friend, yes; He died to be my Savior.

And I love Him…