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ALONE IN THE DARK:

By Hannah Blakely

All alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.

Is she even worth a thought.

Crying alone in the dark,

Is her tears even enough?

Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.

Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.

Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.

Are her desires her own faults?

What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.

Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.

All alone in the dark

Is He there or is He not?

Is He here or gone?

Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.

What's become of her she thought?

She's a mess, How could she be of worth?

Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.

Alone in the dark she feels.

I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.

Believing in those words she secludes her soul.

Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,

Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.

Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"

"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"

"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."

The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"

In a comforting voice He replies

"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."

She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.

"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"

In a stern loving Father voice He says

"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."

His daughter wipes her tears,

Collecting each one

Handed them over in a clear mason jar.

Her soul sang

Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.

These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.

I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.

When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.

You've been here all along.

Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.

Alone in the dark.

Is He there or is He not?

Alone in the dark.

Is He here or is He gone?

Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.

I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.