The Witness

 By Alba-Maria Grembi 

I try to grasp your essence, but my soul is overwhelmed. Your presence proves my life; your love gifts my bones a flesh. Had I ever witnessed the glory of your light before(would I ever become lost)?

Kristina Polianskaia 

I was lost; a soul dead, though I walked through the valleys of the shadow of death. I was deceived; a son prodigal, though I stood ascertained in my most offensive ways. I was blind; a being darkened, though I sought to ensure my agonising enlightenment.

By Akira Hojo on Unsplash

I numbed my conscience willingly and frowned upon Your wrath. Oh, the glory of this world — an eternal coffin made of shadows! Shadows — ungraceful pasts that reach an awful trace: of dying, weeping, gnashing souls just desperate for grace.

By Ewelina Karezona Karbowiak on Unsplash

Now guilt still sometimes stiffens me, for I had gone so far. But there, You stand across the narrow gate and call on me ahead — left behind me are the dead, burying their dead; they worship their own righteousness and mock our Morning Star. I seek their signs of salvage — and faith removes my pain; it pours my renewed spirit within a gifted rain!

AMG

This world unleashes raging oceans into the trembling land — and great is the sound of fall for houses made on sand. Yet those who witness You have built upon the rock: the rain, the flood, the wind won't throw them down, and nor will those who mock. 

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The shadow has now lost me; at last, I can't help seeing: You lit the light of Truth within the darkness of my being. You sent Your dwelling Spirit — He blessed me by Your sword: my flesh is now alive — and all its wounds were healed through Your beloved Word. 

 

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I am the found one — for You are the Way; I am the free one — for You are the Truth; I am the living one — for You are the Life. 

 

By Theo

 By Alba-Maria Grembi