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,

disappearing before our blinded eyes,

forever hidden inside the hopeless lies,

where darkness lurks within golden rays

of bright, white, searing light;

truth is meaningless without You;

once again I fail,

once more You pick me up,

once again I stumble and disappoint,

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 shadows;

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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