His Darkest Moment

In his darkest moment
All alone
Falling towards the pits of hell

He cried out
To his oft ignored God
For an end

In a flash of light
His pain faded
His distress gone

And he heard a voice speak
Not a booming voice
Not a voice to fear

But a voice of comfort and love
A voice that arose from nowhere
And everywhere alike

With a loving
While chiding message
“I never asked you to walk alone.”

For it was he
who had wandered
Not Him.

©2017 M. G. Cooper

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I am the Rural Iowegian of www.ruraliowegian.wordpress.com a published author and an award winning photographer. I use this space to speak my mind. God Bless.
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