The Eyes of the Divine Faded Not.
In the depths of my soul, where shadows roam. The divine being whispers, "You are not alone," The things of God, the mysteries of the heart are made known to me: a slow and gentle start. When darkness falls, and troubles beset me, His eyes awaken, like stars in the midnight sea. My heart, a flame that flickers in the night is fanned by His love, a warm and guiding light. Though the journey's long, and winding be the road, His power and divine spirit lead me through life's darkest load. The mountain top, a symbol of His lofty throne, beckons me to climb, to leave my fears, my doubts, my unknown. With every step, my soul, a canvas, is painted bright, With colors of hope, of joy, of love, that shine like beacons in the night. The eyes of the divine, the eyes of life, never fade. A constant presence that guides me through life's joys and shades. In the darkest hours, when fears and doubts assail, He lights the candlelight, a gentle, loving gale. My sou...