1st, written in darkness:
Amidst darkness,
Still...
Broken.
Amidst many,
Yet, so alone.
Weary...
No strength can find;
Therefore, a spectator in his game.
Even THOUGH,
In advance, do I KNOW....
Know his trickery, his evil.
Er', too weak to fight,
Too weak to even stand.
Thus...
Left watching,
Watching as this puppeteer masterfully manipulates my soul.
Strategic---- moves of evil...
Evil so sinister;
Betwingst intervals---
Ever so few...
Of light,
Though barely it shines my way.
But all, a part of his game;
Keeps me barely holding on,
Watching...
As I-----
d-
r-
o-
p...
Back down,
Into his pit...further still.
Inside, I bleed;
Trembling,
Barely can breathe.
NOW,
REWRITTEN ...
IN THE LIGHT! :
The darkness once admidst,
No longer do dwell;
And alone...no longer am I.
(In fact, alone was I never)...
Though my eyes couldn't see,
STILL...
Jesus, not once,
Left my side.
In weakness, found strength...
The battle was His;
The spectator--in fact,
Was NOT me:
But was satan,
And as God's pawn,
He was used to propel...
me straight,
Into who, I'm destined to be.
When was weak,
Found strength,
In Jesus- my Rock;
In Him alone...found strength,
Strength to stand;
And that puppeteer,
(Whom so thought)...
My soul was manipulating---
Actually fulfilled,
What God-
before time-,
For me...
Had planned.
And was his own strategic moves--
Of evil so sinister,
That his very own,
Downfall did bring;
For,
It was betwingst those intervals---
(Though ever so few)---
Of light,
That caused me...
Closer to----my sweet Jesus-----
Cling.
J