Inside this dark and lonely place,
I’ve searched for love, and peace, and grace.
I’ve chased it here; watched life go by;
Swallowing every stupid lie…
The enemy dropped in front of me.
I thought I knew but couldn’t see…
That I’d been duped and made a fool,
While trailing what I thought was “cool.”
Hope blinded now by sin’s disgrace,
Yet longing still for special place…
Warm, safe, and sure; sweet loving arms;
Protected, cherished, from all harm.
How did I sink to lowly gloom?
How do I flee my self-made tomb?
Dear God of Love, if You still care?
Please hear me. Get me outta’ here!
Martha Gibbons, Broken Vessels Recovery Project, 1999
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