Your Fathers Of The Past
I watched you enter, into the secret place..
And my heart was all rejoicing, with patience for this race.
I yearned in my soul, for victory to be won..
As the emptiness as shadows, erased what was fun.
I searched deep within, for comfort to come forth..
To hear the sounds of silence, as it shattered what was sought.
Around the walls of Jericho, I marched with the tide..
For I beckoned every fetter, to be broken as I cried.
My eyes sought your person, whose heart I call my own..
To come hither quickly, though trialed in your bone.
Your portion and your fortune, became mine to bear..
Withholding nothing, I surrendered without fear.
As I watched through the vail, I wept with each blink..
For the God I belong to, would never let you sink.
Your fathers of the past, left a legacy of pain..
But favour through the darkness, came for
your stain.
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