When Sunlight Becomes the Dark
When sunlight becomes the dark,
I pray that you are the path
That illuminates my heart.
When sunlight becomes the night,
You are the shield I run to
Behind your glorious sight.
When light is the exception
And dawn is the norm,
I seek you, my bastion.
When sunlight becomes the cold,
I claim refuge in you;
Warmth and safety you hold.
When the sunlight becomes rare
And fear is prevalent,
Still in death's eyes I stare.
My courage and strength
When darkness is the day,
My voice, my vision
In a miracle way,
My guidance and my light
To me; all of me, only me.
This poem is about:
Me