Sanctuary

As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.   Proverbs 26:11

Of them the proverbs are true: “A dog returns to its vomit,” and, “A sow that is washed returns to her wallowing in the mud.”   2 Peter 2:22

the touch returns,

the cold black night closes in,

dogs return to their vomit,

sows freshly cleaned,

wallow in the mire once again,

am I really so far,

will I ever escape

from these prison walls

surrounding me now?

now I see,

now I know,

just how far it goes,

just how costly it becomes,

what fools we are;

trapped within snares

of our own doing;

I see my life play out,

I remember all the wrong decisions,

I relive all the wasted opportunities,

I count up all the lost minutes;

and I am so tired;

the darkness waits

once more,

thick and black,

silently enveloping my soul;

does no one see?

does no one know?

does no one care?

everything fades,

everything passes by,

like shadows in the night,

everything changes

with the morning dawn;

save me O Lord,

let me rest in Your powerful arms,

let me find sanctuary

within Your sacred walls;

bring me home to You.

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