A poem of darkness and faith and of Home - C.E.

"A poem of darkness and faith and of Home."

Sometimes I wonder why
Black comes with white;
Or why days must always
Succumb to the night;
Why good cannot win
While evil is alive,
Why people are born and live
Only to die.
Why trust is broken and
Innocence is taken;
Many have everything
While others, forsaken.
Hatred flows freely
And prejudices flare,
Yet God somehow manages
To keep Love here;
The fire of hope still
Burns in a few
Who have chosen to keep
Its flame glowing and true.
Those few who strive daily
to make this world a better place,
I can see all of the faith on your Godface;
Our God keeps us safe
In these decadent days
Where lost men worship and
Give emptiness praise.
We must fight through the shadows
That consume the light
And battle the demons
That inspire false delight;
And when the war’s over
And death’s done and through,
My Lord I know that
We’ll be coming home to You;
To that place where angels
And seraphs daily sing,
And hopelessness knows
Not a thing;
Where all are in paradise
And suffering is through;
God I will wade through
Life’s darkness
To come home to You.