Storms: an angry night
As I lay in my bed tonight
Storms outside matches my inner fight
Visions of spiders weaving the web of fate
Of witches on the moor with a future state
But today I resist sin’s siren call
Avoid the trap which would make me fall
My weapon words of truth spoken out loud
Only thing to drown the terrible crowd
Today instead of fear I feel anger within
At the seductive power of my sin
Today I can only feel the rage
And push the monster back to its cage
But anger cannot help but fade away
And my darkness will wait to make a play
But tonight is mine, I escape the grip
Avoid the trap and do not trip
Too bad that tomorrow is another night
And another battle in the war I fight
So I must keep ready sword and shield
And guard my will not to yield
Until in God’s house I rest my case
And he wipes the tears from my face
I will rely on Him to declare me free
And my debt paid when Him I see
This is the hope that helps keep me on
Struggling through the storm until the dawn
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It is said that the "Christian" army
is the only one to bury its wounded.
My weapon words of truth spoken out loud... Only thing to drown the terrible crowd
...Until in God’s house I rest my case...And he wipes the tears from my face...
May He bless your day today and in every day to come!
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Con grande amore e di affetto, Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
Addiction
I've never felt addicted myself, but this sounds like the poem of an addict. E can't just change er ways and lead a peaceful life; e has to fight every night, and during the day, I suppose.
At first, the emphasis on 'night' had me thinking this was something about vampires. They only go out at night and their sin is preying on humyns. Then, I thought the poem must be more general. An addiction that never fades or weakens, that must feel horrible.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Ready for work, 1992.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee