“Light Though the Tunnel” 1-22-07

Clatter and clutter, circle round and down.
Our world born, dead shrouded, all clouded fog.
Muddy water sucks us in heavy bog.
Pieces of thought, like leaves, falling to ground.

Knowledge is not known, or time want to stay.
Confusion constantly, light swirls, all bow.
Hoping, waiting, watching, wanting, more, now.
These thoughts, can feel, solid, rock hard in day.

Counting days and hours till night goes, gone.
Dark as night and dead as stone, life too, die.
Birth, come silent, eager, new life, too, bye.
Later, see the rising sun, bright, come dawn.

He came, He gave, Life new and bold to me.
Holding me close, He shows His love for me.