still bough
My name is Hoorror, this is my first ever written by myself no help, this is the first poet I have ever showed people and have just done by myself. I just started poetry and its like journalism for me, I can express how I feel and how I view the world. Love you guys and please tell me what I could fix up and what not!!
I wept where silence knew my name,
Among the ruins of my shame.
The night was long the stars were still,
And every breath betrayed my will.
I called to Heaven, but none replied,
Or so I thought till my heart sighed.
For deep within that hollow place,
There stirred the whisper of His grace.
I saw the cross through teared up blurry eyes,
Not as defeat, but as sacrifice.
Each nail, each thorn, each ounce of pain,
Had written hope through all my shame.
How could such love so wounded be,
And still reach down to rescue me?
I fell but found beneath my fall,
His hands had waited through it all.
Now grief remains but changed, refined,
A flame that warms, not burns, my mind.
For in my ashes, he breathes again,
The breath of mercy through my shins.
And so I rise still trembling, weak,
But now I see the One I seek.
The Lord I lost in doubt and fear,
Was never gone.
Yeshua, Jesus was always here.
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