lost in a dark abyss
mired in an unceasing melancholy
my soul aches
a cold darkness engulfs me
it chills me to the bone
waves of dread wash over me
i cry out in despair
my mind is numb
yet at my worst He is still present
Christ's love reaches me
even in my lowly wretched state
how amazing and wonderful
thank you Lord!
i will keep running the race
(c) By Zachary Uram, 2015
mired in an unceasing melancholy
my soul aches
a cold darkness engulfs me
it chills me to the bone
waves of dread wash over me
i cry out in despair
my mind is numb
yet at my worst He is still present
Christ's love reaches me
even in my lowly wretched state
how amazing and wonderful
thank you Lord!
i will keep running the race
(c) By Zachary Uram, 2015
All people who have suffered either emotionally or physically can appreciate Zachary's poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful contrast shown here. Reminds me of that verse from Romans 8: "Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (:
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing this!
I would say that the beginning of the poem reminds me when I am overcome with looking at the waves of the sea, but the latter part of it reminds me of the faithfulness of God
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