God's Gift

Flesh covered in darkness
Surrounded by evil,
There is a place;
For which I long.
Time is but a vapor
To the One who's Truth.
A shelter amidst the storm
A shelter from one's fears;
The depths of one's heart;
Exposes a dirty house.
The soul longs for peace;
A place away from time;
A place of honour,
A place of truth,
A place of loyalty.
Darkness disguises peace.
Darkness distorts your fears.
Darkness replaces hope with despair.
Fiery darts pierce the soul;
The Spirit convicts.
The heart cries out
Accepting the gift of God's Son, Jesus Christ.

Written by Paula Ann Douglas Wood
1986