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You will come, I don’t know when
Waiting always will I be then
How long it takes as soon I see
Your dark face over me.
I look to the sky it shines me home
I run into the light all fear gone
At last, the Lord has conquered me
Filling me with love, so tenderly.
You promised to come, but lingered long
Left me only with wail-some song
I wait, I wait for the morning rise
Signalling me to prepare to fly.
Holding to hope I pass each day
It holds me fast as the words say
My King will come, dark against light
Out of sadness into skin so white.
Come, Lord, my pain erase
Glorify me in your embrace
A kiss so pure, endless bliss
I wait, I wait to touch this…
The Black King and the White Queen
Had a passionate love affair
It burned up the grass into cinders
And filled with singing the air.
The Black King loved so passionately
The Queen was as happy and free
He taught her every powerful move
And he loved her endlessly.
The heights of eternal devotion
Infiltrated her very soul
In an instant he gained a magnificence
She never before did behold.
His power and her passion enveloped
The world and those all around
They loved and adored each other
Until the day they were put underground.
They both relinquished together
Their hold on a mortal life
Into a glory they blossomed eternal
Their passion fulfilled and their strife.
Forever they yield to each other
In beds of permanent bliss
Never a love story witnessed
As true and mighty as this.
She stands aghast over the devastation
That spread before her mighty nation
Rest eludes her slight and mortal frame
She wields the sword for days of fame.
The swish of cut, the pointed heat
The pierce of flesh where lovers meet
The final push the deadly lunge
Into the body the sword will plunge.
Death is now vanquished we are released
The Angel stands over the damned beast
The sword is clean, no guilt displays
Freedom reigns in loves glorious days.
The Angel stands forever, with the blade
Double-sided, sharp, never made
An eternal sword, to stop the fall
Hell defeated she conquers all.
I’ve just come out of hospital for the umpteenth time. It is so painful to be ill and so painful to fight to be better. I let go of God and couldn’t think of Him, but my Father has not let go of me. I cannot read my Bible or pray much, but God is leading me to greater things and higher ground. I don’t know what that is, but I trust my guide implicitly and He will provide everything.
At the moment, I am doing whatever I like and setting up my home the way I want it to be. I have funds, which I have never had before. I have lost my husband, my whole family and everything familiar and I am scared out of my wits. I have to learn to relax and trust the good judgment that God has given me.
“Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once more.”
Psalm 71: 20-21
The Lord of all will always bring His children through the darkest and most rigorous of trials. He is able to do that because of who He is. I trust Him enough to not have to constantly think of Him, Bible verses or hymns. I will walk confidently with the Lord my God to whom all glory belongs.