Monday, May 25, 2015


poem: Triumph

Deep inside a storm is raging
Threatening some evil gusts
Of doubt , despair and painful anguish
Floods of raw deceiving lies.

Get back, you liars of darkness
Spirits of the awful deep
You have no right, No claim upon me
I shall not your temple be.

Christ the Lord has fought the battle
"It is Finished" were His words
when on the cross He hung and suffered
Bearing all my misery.

Hope arises deep within me
Glimpsing in Jesus the ray of light
To guide me safely out of darkness
Out of the storm and out of the night

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