8. Hope

From Without

Running out of dreams to follow,
Running from my sin,
Falling, hoping God will claim
This soul of riddled tin.

Waking from a restless slumber
Wandering on the shore
Of quaking, undulating seas,
Roaring evermore.

Giving in to self-wrought pleasure
Living for the ghost
Of overcoming nothing hard
But wanting more than most.

Searching for the strength of Job
Enduring bitter loss
Of happy days I could’ve spent
Without a penny’s cost.

Overcoming fearful thoughts
Resenting nothing more
But what the darkness keeps from me
Behind a prison door.

Release me, Lord, from all I am
That I might hear your voice
And apprehend a peace within
That makes my heart rejoice.

© 2006, Levi Hill

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