Years of life without direction
little purpose, little faith
left me aimless and discouraged
till there seemed to be no hope
Weary days and weary hours
were my lot for many years
broken promises and efforts
many losses, many tears
Time came I could go no further
all the doors of life had closed
time came when in final pathos
i surrendered to my fate
Out of ashes of my ruins
slowly rose a shape, a form
gently rising, turning brighter
shone a cross as bright as gold.
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A great sense of renewal, rebirth. Nice write!