When the Sun Refuses to Shine in the Night

As stars twinkle at Night's bay
Telling of the end of the day
Only the Moon to show the right of way
While movements, in the shadows lay

Light of the Moon begins to fall
Heralding this, a lone wolf's call
Try as it might, the waning Moon to stall
hidden behind the darkness's wall

The sea has come, devoid of light
A blanket that hides everything in sight
A wave to wipe what's wrong and right
Against it, all are powerless to fight

Awaiting for the sun the shine
From the other side of the world, so fine
looking at these hands of mine
covered in blood thicker than wine

A whip with many strung ends I see
gripped firmly in these hands be
covered with flesh torn from Thee
Blood from Thine splatter onto me

In horror, these instruments I cast
Away from me, my face aghast
terrified by this image of the past
When Thy life were judged, not meant to last

The cries grow louder, the crowds cheer
For seeing a gruesome sight, they sneer
forgetting the one they praised, they jeer
Away from Thy presence, they veer

Yet where am I, but amongst the crowd
Screaming and yelling harshly, so loud
Their cries to condemn are haughty and proud
The promise to follow Thee, is this what I vowed?

tears fall silently, i sob and i weep
realising not in me the evil that did seep
such a price to pay for me, so steep
with such a debt to Thee, how couldst I ever sleep

my failure to comprehend keeps me afar
from Thy grace and glory with doors ajar
shunning from these, myself do I mar
ever running from being on par

When will come the time for me
to realise, to be all that i could be
in Thee that i in vain try to see
with these soiled eyes; will i ever see?

the sun that shines will never cease
yet with these eyes, muddied with grease
and in torn clothing, unsightly with crease
is it Thee or myself that i try to appease...?

a hole be found, a longing be there
knowing the answers yet denying care
swaying and running has led to nowhere
how long more would Thee be waiting right there...?

this serving of passion that is put to simmer
the fire always grows brighter and dimmer

when will this flame i have be strong
to do what's right and reject what's wrong

when will my heart learn to stand
and not waver on thread of a strand

when can i look to You
and say that my love is true

when will i learn
And truly understand
that Your concern
which I may comprehend

For me
is more
than
anything i could ever have
imagined
it
to
be?