From Soil of the Divine
Cold, I sit
in a shadowed valley
light blocked
by my shame
and another’s treachery,
multiplying darkness.
I wait.
The beams of Your mercy
break the darkness,
the warmth of Your steadfast love
drives away the cold.
Lord, make me a torch bearer
bringing Your light
to a world
still shrouded
in shadow.
Make me to know Your ways, O LORD, teach me Your paths.--Psalm 25:4
This is wonderful.
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