There in my past was a place
I went to at the rivers edge.
A rock I sat upon as my feet
dangle down from the water.
As my world became a battle
field for war,
I knew that there in that place,
God was listening to me there.
It was place of vacancy no one
rarely went.
As I sat there confronting the
hardships of my heart.
The agony of my pain, the dying
of my soul.
I would look to west as the sun came
down, as darkness filled me once again.
Knowing I had to leave this place
and face a world without end.
It was not the world I live today,
it is a world in which exist in the
corner of my mind.
As I turned from west to east I found
the sun rising in my heart.
the promises God had given me,
my soul found freedom and chains
unlocked the grip of satan's hold.
There in my awareness the glowing
eye's in the night,
watching my every move to take another bite.
like the tiger who had hungered
a taste in which desired his appetite.
How I stood there in the water,
in which is to deep to separate from
the love God, his promise He wrote upon
my heart.
That even in the tornadoes that touched
down to blow me from His side,
I found myself still standing there not a lift
from the ground He made.
As this darkness creeps around placing
illusion in my mind.
My soul belongs to God my Father the
love with life, life without end.
So when I place the armour of His love,
the sword of His word.
And march the tune of God's embrace,
The world I thought had exist begins to be
erased.
For I know that satan’s time is running out,
to the bottomless pits he be cast down.
Our loving Master in which who holds the key
will bound him in the darkness of eternity.
There I will stand still looking to the east,
as the hour draws nearer and nearer.
my heart grows more filled with light by the
promise of His word.
This world will slowly die and come to an end.
A new day, a new face where darkness has no
place.
The secret place that stays within my heart,
is a rainbow of many colors and passion of
love, the light which holds in this peaceful place.
Is the promise of God's good Grace.
a beautiful poem
ron parrish