Inside The Lion's Den - A Poem

Inside The Lion’s Den – A Poem
19th March 2009
--denniecomia.multiply.com--

Looking up from this den,
The crescent light disappears
Now I am clothed with fear
For my future looks dim.

I do not want to stay here
And think that my end is near
For the beast can smell my fear
So Lord, come rescue me here.

As I wait for my demise
Speak to me this time
Or my strength will soon vanish
And into oblivion I shall perish.

The darkness covers my vision
As my senses shout for Your salvation.
Consume me with Your fire, my Saviour
And never keep me away from your favour.

Torn and wounded,
I cry unto You
Lord, burn this lair
But forget not my prayer.

With my remaining strength
I will seek for Your light
Blot out my depression
And sustain me in this flight.

--dennie comia--

At The Battle's Forefront - A Poem

How much longer will I wait
Until I see Your face?
How many battles must I win
Until I see your glory?
The blood stains in my chest are forever before me
But Your eyes seem indifferent towards me.

At the onset of this war
You said Your weapons would sustain me
But with my body’s frailty
The enemy has besieged my territory.
So with my remaining strength I go to you,
Refresh me, Oh Lord or I will lose this battle.

Distraught by the smoke
That this war has caused me.
I am succumbing to my defeat
Without any pride nor wit.
And with my remaining breath I say unto You,
“Why, O Lord, have You abandoned me?”

Chivalry has left me with a weak heartbeat
But even with this unexpected retreat
I will yield to Your Sovereignty
Knowing that You will empower me
To raise a flag of victory
Amid the ruins of my maladies.

So whether I am wounded or not
I will stand tall
For I know at the end
You will always cause me to triumph.
Therefore, I shall not fear death
For death does not exist.

- dennie comia -

In This Desert

You alone are the witness of my failures.
You alone know the weight of this chaos.
The troubles of this world have overcome me
With no soul to comfort me
For I am alone
Here in this desert

So I tried to seek you
But you seemed distant to me.
I tried to feel you
But you seemed cold to me.
When, Oh Lord, will you rescue me
Here in this desert.

In the coldness of this arid land
I curled up to keep myself warm.
And with a little hope lingering in my head
I thought of Your Cross and Your victory over death.
So I knew Your power could save me
Here in this desert.

So with my body failing
I cry out to you again.
Saying, “Lord, have compassion on me
For my wounds are ever upon me
And my chains, they have subdued me
Here in this Desert.

My Lord, I may not understand your plans
For Your thoughts are unfathomable.
All I know is that amidst these troubles
Your favor will surround me.
Your oasis will satisfy me
Here in this desert.

- dennie comia -