October 7, 2009
Someday, when my eyes are weary, weak and old with age,
Someday when God's glorious prophecy shall be complete.
Until then I shall walk this weary path.
Never ending heartache,
never ending tears falling to a unforgiving earth.
Colors of spring, never again shall hold that angelic prize.
Faded dreams, turning to dust upon a deceitful world.
Satan's minions casting upon my soul nightmares for which
I no longer fear.
For it feels like hell on earth
down here.
Copyright © 2009 Jennifer Dell Bergerson
All Rights Reserved
Someday, when my eyes are weary, weak and old with age,
Someday when God's glorious prophecy shall be complete.
Until then I shall walk this weary path.
Never ending heartache,
never ending tears falling to a unforgiving earth.
Colors of spring, never again shall hold that angelic prize.
Faded dreams, turning to dust upon a deceitful world.
Satan's minions casting upon my soul nightmares for which
I no longer fear.
For it feels like hell on earth
down here.
Copyright © 2009 Jennifer Dell Bergerson
All Rights Reserved