THE GIFT


  Enveloped in darkness
The icy grip of fear
Closed on my heart

Terror's dark shadow
Stole away the sun
As he loomed menacingly before me

Sadness cast his daggers
Deep into my soul
And the poison spread

Broken and defeated
I wavered precariously
On the verge of collapse

And in my time of greatest need
You came to me
A ray of hope cupped in your hands

You raised me up
And gave me power
And I proved triumphant

And now with you
By my side
I know I'm not alone



©2000 Adam Wiemers


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