• sereniti 23w

    Focal Point

    Through the midst of the prodding trees
    The twigs of condemnation
    Feet scuffing the sands of flaws
    Scars apparent from depression
    There were tears of exhaustion
    Muscles ached of past pain
    My sight was taken
    And I didn't want to live again
    But someone held my hand
    Someone held my heart
    Someone held my atmosphere
    Letting me know I couldn't part
    From the promise, the life
    The grace appearing closest
    Voice whsipering slowly in the wind
    Don't lose focus
    Turned around
    Made an about face
    Looked to the horizon
    To follow the emblazoned Son
    I didn't want to be lost anymore
    I wanted to be won.