Unwavering Faith
Sometimes I feel, I am burdened to my core.
Locked in a place, where there is no open door.
Cocooned in a burrow, hidden in the dark..
Yet beyond my understanding, I am told it's the ark.
Frustrated with cares, my load weighs me down..
Running out of options, I do not hear a sound.
Down on the ground, where dust is on my feet..
The shadow of the Almighty, enters my retreat.
Weary, worn and weak, I struggle just to stand..
As forces of darkness, tries to take me by the hand.
Unwavering faith, crashes through my veins..
Permanently washing, the depth of my stains.
Vast as I wander, this land I call my home..
Morning, noon and night, I pray where lions roam.
Out in the field, the harvest is ripe..
To be counted worthy, I fight as I swipe.
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