In Your Light, alone

Honesty only pays in heaven. On earth there is always a cost

Your lamp lights my path, both harsh and steep,
Though jagged stones may cut where I must tread;
The easy way would lull my soul to sleep,
But I know where such wide roads have led.

Your words are hammers forged in sacred flame,
To break the walls that lies and shadows raise;
Too blunt for those who trade in charm or shame,
Too strange for courts that deal in shallow praise.

I walked with others once, but they withdrew;
Their hearts found comfort chasing darker themes.
While they sought night, you kept me true,
Reality outweighed their sweetest dreams.

Your word, O Lord, still shines beneath my feet;
You give me strength when mine is in retreat.

Notes ▶︎

L/C: 14
W/C: 118
FORM: Sonnet