Fading Shades Poem by April Humason

I sat in the shadow of what I was told,
Running from truth, from a story unfold.
Grey wrapped around me, stubborn and cold,
A heart half-called, half-controlled.

God knocked softly at the door of my will,
But I turned my face and stood still.
Sailing away from the voice I knew,
Choosing silence instead of truth.

I waited in places barren and dry,
Looking for shade as the sun burned high.
Wanting escape, wanting to deny
The call that lived beneath my sigh.

No hunter, no prey, just a stubborn soul,
Arguing with Heaven, losing control.
I built a shelter of bitter defense,
While grace waited just past the fence.

And yet in the hush of whale and wave,
In mercy deep inside the cave,
God did not shout, did not behave—
He waited patient, strong, and brave.

Now color returns to what was grey,
As I learn obedience is the way.
No longer fading, gone astray,
But walking where His light will stay.