very nice
A God that is Yours
Slender beams of radiance enter
this darkened prison as I kneel,
always a slave, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my darkened soul.
Blood on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now submitting to
this uncaring Heaven.