Nov. 9, 2016

The Light

In those deep recesses
Where light is hard to find
I have occasioned the dawning
As the sun begins to shine.

Its rays chase off the darkness
And puts my soul at ease
It gives me hope for living
It humbles me to my knees

And in that light I hear a voice
That pushes aside the cold
And tenderly compels me
And reaches my hand to hold.

I've heard this voice so many times
When grief and stress come 'round
It condemns me not nor harms me
Nor gives an uncertain sound.

So many of us search for light
In crevices deep and broad
Where life has taken downward turns
And trust speaks like a fraud.

But if we're patient long enough
Where shadows often roam
The Light will bring us safe and sound
The Light will bring us home!

Al Carden