His Glory

So lost was my soul that my conscience quailed in the
prevailing heat of truth.
For even though I once walked the straight and
narrow way of truth I now slither down the open and
wide streets of distress.
Consumed by the mouth of fear my heart spoke only
desires for the fruits of destruction those that swells
my soul with their coldness and my heart with their
ancient acidity of the serpent.
But even though my soul was drench in the dark
waters of the eternally dead.
I cried out from within darkness for his peace and
his light entered therein.
Illuminating the hollowed out interior of my
conscience relieving the serpent’s dark stains of
control.
Slowly the plant of love that withered in darkness
now began to grow in the light of his glory.

Written by: By Jerome Butler

Midi~ Titanic

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