Sure, I want to “let my light shine.”
But sometimes I don’t get it quite right.
Lord, make me a big, bold searchlight —
shining bright for Your glory.
Sure, I want to “let my light shine.”
But sometimes I don’t get it quite right.
Lord, make me a big, bold searchlight —
shining bright for Your glory.
I hope you’ll pardon the language…I’m still fighting, but hurting real bad.
God, I’m down to nothing here,
and I really want to flee,
but it’s all just to Goddam clear
that here’s where dyin’s got to be.
Ammo state has long gone red,
and all too soon it will be black;
I really had it in my head
that maybe You have had my back?
But what the hell, last magazine,
and after that the fighting knife
will set the final bloody scene
of what’s been a bloody life,
but one last plea – please don’t reject…
illume, and fire for effect.
Lay it on my pos, God. Kill me, but kill the cancer too.
Your poetry inspired a bit of a smile today. Your cancer is doomed, I’m sure. You, on the other hand, have a long and glorious future.
Good morning…I LOVE your pic this morning regarding light…
God bless…& thank you
Have a blessed wknd….
Kathy
Thank you, Kathy. The concept rattled around in my head for a few days before I did the artwork. I’d be driving, or shopping, or praying and think, “I am more than a tea light.” Not that I’m feeling like a search light just yet. That’s still a leap of faith.