RobbOmniProYesus78
12-19-2005, 06:12 AM
The truth is this, my mind's a mist.
I can hardly bear the thought,
Of my life lived out
In the shadow of doubt,
While turmoil and strife is my lot.
At times it is true, I must confess
My heart is blue, I so need a rest.
But from my pride I cannot hide,
Nor can a bitter tear I weep,
For a life lived out
In the shadow of doubt,
Is a life lived in grief.
Robb W. G.
This is a poem that I wrote about three years ago, it speaks volumes to me when I am in doubt, or Disbelief, of my salvation or feeling seperate from God.
Because of space concerns on the website I could not wite the poem in it's entirety as it is here. So the difference of two words to those who might notice changes the meaning little.
It can be found on poetry.com
I can hardly bear the thought,
Of my life lived out
In the shadow of doubt,
While turmoil and strife is my lot.
At times it is true, I must confess
My heart is blue, I so need a rest.
But from my pride I cannot hide,
Nor can a bitter tear I weep,
For a life lived out
In the shadow of doubt,
Is a life lived in grief.
Robb W. G.
This is a poem that I wrote about three years ago, it speaks volumes to me when I am in doubt, or Disbelief, of my salvation or feeling seperate from God.
Because of space concerns on the website I could not wite the poem in it's entirety as it is here. So the difference of two words to those who might notice changes the meaning little.
It can be found on poetry.com