Treasure Island

cheryl davis miller

(2/26/57 / America)

Seek Light


'Darkness cannot reveal Light, '
I've heard that said before.
Recent revelations have
convinced me even more.

Truth is worthy of defense
regardless of the cost.
When lies are sown; they take root
until all Truth is lost.

Death can never produce Life,
regardless how men try.
Life came to overcome death,
that we might live thereby.

So don't seek Light, in dead words;
nor Life in death's dark place;
seek the Light, and Truth, and Life;
in Jesus precious face.


c.d.m.4/30/2013

Submitted: Friday, November 08, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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