A Poem

The peace in this broken world is slowly dying, the petals that fall to the ground steadily multiplying. Oh, the rage in our hearts that intensifies, weakening this flower as it slowly dies. The lullabies of bondage still ringing in our ears as it rocks us to sleep and lets hate come in and steer. Steer our hearts, minds, and souls letting the enemy play his role, while we never realize that we are the light in this black hole. It is imperative that we realize this light that we obtain, like the strength of a lion and the fierceness of his mane.

This light has the power to shatter every piece of darkness like a mirror that has been cast to the ground. This light has the power to muzzle this darkness, dispel all its lies so it won’t make a sound. This light has the power to capture darkness so that it will forever be bound. This light has the power to put this darkness in shackles, every piece and every shadow, so that we may have peace and be born again, no longer slaves to this darkness and its sin, but servants of light as it works within us to fight away sin and bring back our peace.

Oh, how I long for the day when we are released and all of this darkness has finally ceased. So I charge you, everyone, to bring back our peace and harmony. No longer will our peace be a dying flower but a flourishing tree. The world is waiting, you are God’s locket and he is the key, the world needs your light, just shine and you’ll see.

 

Check out these other poems!

Cold

I’m Sorry

Beauty Within the Darkness

(Visited 7 times, 1 visits today)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Send this to a friend