Swimming in darkness Comforted by demons Drowning in darkness Tormented by demons Then that light beckoned— Through the darkness like a lighthouse, Shining on me—drowning and tormented—like a mirror, Becoming a lifeline. In the night, a calling from Him— A calling to His form of commitment, A calling through a film, A calling to His love. Taking darkness from my heart, Allowing me to keep a part of it— A test to see when I’d fully surrender To His will over mine.

Those bitter and cursed opiates, for pain, then, your life no longer sane, the business you had, evaporated, a shimmering promise dissipated, your employees gone too, can't punch the clock anymore for you, when you fell down, into depths of debt, lost good renown, living in an addiction of a treacherous grip, wrecking on seashore rocks of a once righted ship. We sent a framed print of a painting of Christ holding up a limp young man in a purple t-shirt and jeans in His arms, rescuing him from life's harms, it was delivered to your door, you don't respond anymore, yet, when you fell down in d