Perhaps I've lost perspective here,
by holding on so very long
to that which rarely seemed sincere,
but gladly fed my constant fear
that I could never be as strong.
Soon I believed what others said
and saw reflected through their glass,
a lesser form than light would shed,
a shadow, frail and underfed.
Soon what I saw then came to pass.
But when I stood upon my own,
free from the lies I thought were true,
unhindered by great fears I'd known
with arrow's speed, my faith had grown,
aloft, my heart and spirit flew.
Soon I shall rise from broken clay
to share from God's abundant store,
that which He kept each rainy day
as I was lost along the way.
Soon, we shall cherish all the more.