Post by Noel of Arabi-Athem & Ragmaar on Jan 4, 2006 1:08:27 GMT -5
I see a place
Down deep inside.
It strains at my being;
A longing I cannot deny.
Its vast nothingness
Filleth my soul.
Earnestly, my spirit urges me
To fill the gaping hole.
My heart bleeds;
My soul cries,
“What can fill?
What can satisfy?”
This longing need
Leaves me destitute and broken..
I was hurt and lost;
Then soft words were spoken.
They told of a place
Far greater than this,
All filled with peace
And loveliness.
Tranquil beauty,
Joyous mirth;
Merry times,
And wholesome rebirth.
Its call is old,
Old as the sea.
But it, with strength not faded,
Desperately cries out to me.
I heed the words;
My heart replies.
At this glimmer of hope
My spirit, lifted, flies.
Alas! For I know
The length of the road ahead.
It is long and perilous,
Where weary feet do tread.
But through the pain,
Through the sorrow
This shining land I see
As the hope for a lasting ‘morrow.
Chasing dawn,
My heart seeks its desire,
Though my lungs pound
And my body grows tired.
A final peace,
A lasting shelter…
My heart has been weary;
A home, it seeks after.
Perhaps one day
I shall find refuge there.
Ever in prospering peace,
Ne’re a blot of despair.
Yes. This is my final hope.
This shall be my reason.
For I cannot remain here
With the pain and cold-blooded treason.
So take up courage,
O aching heart of mine.
The hope remains
Of a more lasting time.
Indeed, the road is long,
And narrow is the set way.
But what lies ahead,
Is where all your last hopes lay.
Down deep inside.
It strains at my being;
A longing I cannot deny.
Its vast nothingness
Filleth my soul.
Earnestly, my spirit urges me
To fill the gaping hole.
My heart bleeds;
My soul cries,
“What can fill?
What can satisfy?”
This longing need
Leaves me destitute and broken..
I was hurt and lost;
Then soft words were spoken.
They told of a place
Far greater than this,
All filled with peace
And loveliness.
Tranquil beauty,
Joyous mirth;
Merry times,
And wholesome rebirth.
Its call is old,
Old as the sea.
But it, with strength not faded,
Desperately cries out to me.
I heed the words;
My heart replies.
At this glimmer of hope
My spirit, lifted, flies.
Alas! For I know
The length of the road ahead.
It is long and perilous,
Where weary feet do tread.
But through the pain,
Through the sorrow
This shining land I see
As the hope for a lasting ‘morrow.
Chasing dawn,
My heart seeks its desire,
Though my lungs pound
And my body grows tired.
A final peace,
A lasting shelter…
My heart has been weary;
A home, it seeks after.
Perhaps one day
I shall find refuge there.
Ever in prospering peace,
Ne’re a blot of despair.
Yes. This is my final hope.
This shall be my reason.
For I cannot remain here
With the pain and cold-blooded treason.
So take up courage,
O aching heart of mine.
The hope remains
Of a more lasting time.
Indeed, the road is long,
And narrow is the set way.
But what lies ahead,
Is where all your last hopes lay.
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