golden thread

longing, a wistful yearning
a golden thread of child's faith
woven gently
tugging along
the narrow path of this road
we are eagerly following,
graciously we've been
given
a golden cord of light
not unlike the simple
truth that's filled our
once stone cold hearts,
now burning amber,
thumping, thrashing,
beating to the sound of
this new life.

whispers in the dead of night,
when the darkness seems
thicker than that burgundy
blood that once covered us,
it can be so hard to hold
onto something
so thin and fragile
when in the dark there
appears to be no light
to reflect that
glint of courage,
showing us the way.

i'm aching for the ones,
when amidst the lusts that
pull at them at every side
promising a breath of peace
and truly empty satisfaction,
have lost their will to fight.
oh my mind screams, what lies.
this path may be narrow,
but there is an eternity
waiting at the other side.

what lies my
brothers and sisters have been
deceived and coaxed with,
when the accuser is so relentless.
please, i beg you,
pray fervently for the ones still
enslaved to the enemy,
the ones heavily oppressed
by his many forms
and many voices.
yes, he may be clever, but no,
he is not to overcome them;
not the Lord's chosen ones.

believers intercede,
for the ones lacking in strength,
build up the weaker ones in the
truth.
in the perfect light
we have found in this world so
thick with death and evil,
hold on tightly
to the promises we've been given,
no, we are never forsaken.

a gentle tug,
the thread is thicker now
the golden light reflecting softly,
subtle hues of smoldering
orange and yellow;
what beauty to see the eyes
of the long time oppressed
so filled with hope and joy,
that faith grown inside them
will not be easily shaken
no you cannot take that
golden thread from them.