To Live By The Word…to Die Without It

Oh where is the sweet sleep that once filled my soul?

Sleep so soft the sleep in presence; nourishing both body and soul.

I escape the night with eyes wide open and a mind full awake.

And in by day I push this worn body past the point of break.

I tried not to write of the woes that afflict this burdened heart.

Yet by not penning these emotions I was tearing myself apart.

I even thought last night that of my heart that I just loved too much.

Nay, this is not the case for we can never love enough when we follow God’s touch.

So to pen once more these things shall I.

To pen glimpses of my soul as it fights to survive.

Oh these things which sail like ships across my hearts open sea.

These things wrought of true love given most honest and tenderly.

J. Allen Wilson © 12/18/08