Doubt

October 15, 2012
By Tana Neels, Nowheresville, MO

I keep running away
I cry out and I pray
Can anybody hear me?

Eyes fixed on the sky
Stars litter the night
Tiny pinpricks of heaven
Enticing me not to believe
the lie.

That belief is impossible
Apathy will dominate
Grace is unachievable
The Cross was too late

That people are unmoveable
Every mountain is too great
Trying is futile,
For those who've fallen far

The stars whisper otherwise,
revealing truth
behind the lie
pushing through my clouded heart tonight.



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