THAT YEAR

That year I was blind

Chasing what I couldn’t find

Lost in the day light dark

Like a pin in the hay stack

That year I was blind

Listening to the devil’s sound

With my ears, close to the ground

Bush beating all around

That year I was blind

Dependent on her hazy smile

Smiles that comes from mindless mind

That are made to set me bound

That year I was lost

With my back against the cross

Lost in friend’s bandwagon

Pushing me high like a wild dragon

That year

When cloud became hue

And no presence of morning dew

I looked through and through

And knew the answer was you.

Grace found me

Coiled her saving hands around me

Now I can face many years with a smile

Knowing fully the light is mine.

#ChrististheLight

©YommyBishop…… May 2017