Vapor

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.   Matthew 10:29-31

this life is but a thin line of vapor,

forever hidden inside the hopeless lies,

where darkness lurks within golden rays

of bright, white, searing light,

disappearing before our blinded eyes;

truth is meaningless without You;

once again I fail,

once again I stumble and disappoint,

once more You pick me up,

once more You patiently wait;

all I’ll ever need is You;

the voices quietly call,

gently beckoning me into their arms,

swallowed up by the mystery,

vanishing into the hidden charms;

with You I am not afraid;

thoughts shoot through the endless night,

we will never be the same,

like falling stars fading out of sight,

we can never escape the blame;

monsters of our own doing,

followers of the broken and lost,

creations of false expectations,

we continue to pay the cost;

only You can save us

from the winter’s freezing frost;

like vapor we fade,

never to rise again,

not knowing where we’re going,

not knowing where we've been,

empty shells growing weary and tired,

silently screaming deep from within;

yet every hair is numbered,

and not a sparrow falls

without Your will;

I am ready to come home to You.

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