Shadow

By D. L.

The Shadow of the Most High

Though Dark and Valley Nigh

Will cover us unto the end

As we His will comply.

Yes suicide

Yes controversy

All In the name of Christ

We battle long and answer all

With “YES”, for He suffice.

Strains dark in Shadows deep

His Hand blocks out the sun

In Silent Hark, His palms keep

Our Hope fixed on the Son.

Day draws into Night’s froid

We seldom remember light

Though our faces tell of battles won

We fix our hearts on nothing right

Losing former

Which was made

Beloved by our hands

Until all fells

Like leafy spells

The barrenness of our lands.

Without a Loyal

Without a Breath

We persist existence gone

Yet screaming mercy

For our own death

Cheating defeated song

But the Bride awaits

And Her eyes burn

Heavy with sorrowed time

Until He comes

Not on a knee

Maranatha, cry with me

This Dance forever will be mine.