
My Little Light
I hold my little pin light in my shaking hand.
The light pierces the stale darkness in the cold night.
It shines on the faces of ghosts cowering in the corner.
It flashes on my distant past; showing me
glimpses of truth.
My eyes have trouble focusing since the darkness
The light pierces the stale darkness in the cold night.
It shines on the faces of ghosts cowering in the corner.
It flashes on my distant past; showing me
glimpses of truth.
My eyes have trouble focusing since the darkness
is all I've seen.
Is this light God's reality,
or is it just a dream?
1 comment:
This little lite of mine. I'm gonna let it shine.
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