I WANT TO BE A BEACON

[rebornpunk]

I want to be a beacon,
A lamp, a grain of salt.
I want to be an angel,
Holy, free of fault.
I want to be your model
Of chastity and grace.
Yet, looking in the mirror,
I can't bear my own face.
I want to be productive,
Yet when I think I am,
I find my work all wasted
To battle with the Lamb.
I want to eat the solid,
But fall back to the milk,
And give in to the whisp-rings
Of Satan clothed in silk.
I want to learn from setbacks,
Yet I mourn them so.
A withered winter flower;
Will I ever grow?
Edelweiss smells sweeter
When bitten by the frost.
Yet I must be a 'lion,
Weathered, limp, windtossed.
In adversity, I
Turn to shameful things.
Quite the angel I make,
With sooty, blackened wings!
I want to show the world how
Much You mean to me.
But if I make you nothing,
Nothing's what they'll see.
~Steph<><

 

[Roxanne]

This is so wonderful Steph! You obviously know your Scripture. I can't find just about any fault with this. And what a great ending, punch-line. Very, very well done indeed.

Roxanne