Why does the silence seem so loud
when 'be still' is Your command ?
Why do colours drain from view
when seeping sadness encamps around ?
'Why are you downcast, O my soul ?'
Trust and sight vie for supremacy,
faith and life - arguing foes
giving no quarter sparing no peace.
The blood upon the battlefield
is tears upon my cheek;
constant cut and thrust of life
wounds and leaves me weak.
The only sword within my grasp:
a will to follow at Your call,
the only rod and staff to clasp
is an ensign that won't pall.
So all the blacks and blues and greys,
drab soul-mates of today,
in the light of faith and truth
begin to startle and amaze.
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