Tuesday, October 3, 2017

My Only Hope


Great storms of life crash
Buffeting still
Feeling the lash
Tossed about the din
Losing my will
Recompense sin
Beaten and shattered
Life so near loss
Rags all tattered
Weak and going down
Surf still doth toss
Open lips to drown
Pulling to great depths
Weakening me
Living my deaths
Deep ocean and dark skies
Wanting to be
Seeking your eyes
Weakened, my will
With look of love
Oh, sustain me still
Tis my only rope
This light above
My only hope
 
 
© October 2017
Duane Windell Phillips

 
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