Friday, October 04, 2013

Old Poem Found in a Stack of Papers

A desolate abandonment
A lightened shadow cast below
As greasy blackness fully spent
Its wrath upon its foe.
And eyes as teary as the sea
Gaze at the waves of woe.
But few of these begin to see
And even few know
Of those grand armies watching there
And of their glory glow.

And my eyes are filled with light
Please gently wrap me round
With scarlet-hued humility
Like him with thorny crown
Grasped not at which was his
But made the lost his found.
Instead he loved and lived and wept
And poured his blood upon the ground.
Oh, to be like him, Jesus mine,
That his glory would abound.

Dubai 2008

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