Clouds gather and rumble outside
The gray is the paint on my walls
Reflecting my heart
The sad inner part
That seeks to be free of these halls

When waiting feels strangely like death
I cry to the God whom I trust
I know that He hears
And dries salty tears
He promises more than dry crust

Refusing to doubt is the key
His love has the power to free
Every captive in chain
Who sings my refrain
His blood stains are our guarantee
August 2013
Laurie A. Stasi


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