Written by Huddled In The Dark
Here’s to hoping that one man’s struggles can help out another I share these thoughts as my cure and to help my fellow sister or brother I sit here and let my mind go to the places where I once have been My eyes water at my humble story looking back to where I was then How can this that’s so familiar be so foreign and so wrong? It’s our weakness that the angel of darkness depends upon Herding us into the dark, unknown depths of the other side The sort of places we wouldn’t visit but there we now reside
Somehow the sun rose each day presenting a 50/50 proposition
I had zero control over the days outcome, paralyzed by every decision
My rock bottom, seemed to contend each day with a point lower than then
There’s only so many bottoms to hit before it’s over or you’re on the mend
And so I went from day-to-day, week to week, before the pain built,
To a point I could no longer stand, action forced by the weight of guilt.
If you are out there, huddled in the dark, looking to the skies for your way
Find God a midst the mess and the single ray of light will come if you pray
It’s funny how clear this is when you think on Him for a second or two
The beauty portrayed by the dark angel can make you look the fool
The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step, that’s true
But a single thought to move in a new direction is required too
You can do it, no matter where you are and how far you’ve gone
God is there beside you, he’s here too, and for all of us he sent His Son.
Stop. Put yourself aside for a moment. Let the false picture fade away.
It will and you’ll wonder too, why it was so hard to see the gorgeous day.
Capturing lightning in NB. (C) 1inawesomewonder.
Watching for lightning in Hartland, NB. (C) 1inawesomewonder.
