tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080716423314333626.post6206762779021950369..comments2023-07-22T07:42:59.578-04:00Comments on Treasures from Darkness: Profane PainCynthia Lott Vogelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03843602511992810355noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080716423314333626.post-65264785777806960772011-03-25T08:44:21.727-04:002011-03-25T08:44:21.727-04:00not your most glorious statement of faith.
the fa...not your most glorious statement of faith.<br /><br />the faith comes later....after the early morning onslaught is calmed. <br /><br />Faith is the ground onto which comfort falls dead.<br /><br />It is the ground under my feet...without which I would drop straight into hell.<br /><br />It is the rope from Above which my hands grasp to pull me out of the muddy pit into which my enemies have tossed me.<br /><br />It is the Rock onto which I climb and stand safely while tsunami crashes around me.<br /><br />This poem is a slice of moments: the moments which open the curtain of every new day for me.<br /><br />Fortunately, God redeems such moments and grants the grace to get me to the happily ever after to come.Cynthia Lott Vogelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843602511992810355noreply@blogger.com