A POEM!!

Tonight I Cry

At night my lonesome spirit’s cries
pierce silence like no chord,
and tonight in all the silences
I yearn to hear my Lord.

SING to me, Sweet Symphony,
who's sound elicits souls
from swamps flown with sorrow
down the loathsome path to Sheol.

Don’t refuse me, abhorred
by my likeness close to death,
but douse my insufficiency
with life instilling breath.

I long aloud, that I might fight,
with Spirit, shield and sword.
Equip me Lord, so I can stand.
Have in me-- your blood poured.