January River Poem by J Patrick Murphy

Within my heart, darkness I breed,
Hope is laid waste, all life: destroyed.
Ev'ry defense I can deploy,
Will ne'er grant the relief I need.

My will debased, I'm made a slave
Longing escape, To be set free,
Nothing inside will grant my plea,
I need the One: mighty to save.

External light, no shadow seen,
It wages war, aids in my plight.
Darkness cannot comprehend light
That ne'er gives up, nor loses steam.

Dark rages on, the battle fierce,
My soul made weak, so very frail.
Alone I lose, I surely fail,
Yet I shall win, through Him they pierced.