Alone in a Different Sense

Alone.
The word doth echo strong
The lie, the Devil’s favorite song.
The only one.
I’m near despair
Doth someone care?
Alone
One bitter tear doth fall.
Alone
My lonely voice doth call.
But hark!
What is that voice I hear?
“Child, I am ever near.”
Rejoice!
My soul doth sing and shout
I am compassed about
By Thee.
O Savoir, Thou art mine
And all of me is Thine:
Heart and soul and mind.
I’m Yours;
I seek Thy will to do
O Lord, I’ll live for You
Alone.

Copyright Miriam Rainwater, April 15, 2008
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