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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
In the darkest of times i feel i have felt your breath,
Whisper in my ear, as a lantern in the dark within me.

Im sure it was you who helped me stand each time i fell,
I felt your grip upon my shoulders lift me up countless times again.
At times i even stumbled in my faith but you reminded me with a glimpse of Hell,
You mopped my brow throughout lifes weary trying times akin to countless droplets of the rain.

When my strength and eager ounce of faith were tested,
It took me many years to spot the signs and wisdom taught.
In darker peril with soul and lesser mortal body staked and bested,
A noble sign or even angel would appear upon my humble path or court.

You have shown me bitter yet sweeter even knowledge only meant for end of days,
I have encountered, witnessed demons play and satans legions.
Are you preparing me for some other unworldly task? must i change my heathen ways,
To unbind and unshackle my costly vice and burdens prior carried throughout these vast unchartered regions.

I now begin to comprehend and understand the fortitude of your wisdom,
Taking root inside me and growing like a glowing ember in the dark.
To prepare my unworthy soul and being for when i gladly sit beside you in your kingdom,
At leave of day in night is it your distant pius holy voice i hark?.

For many years i wondered if i walked between these untrodden astral paths alone,
But looking back i now realise how foolish i could be.
Because it was you dear lord who always guided and walked me home,
As there were two sets of footprints side be side, or even one set when you surely carried me.
i have certainly been on my *** at certain times in my life, but i have stuck my head through rock bottom and clambered out the other side with help from my Lord Jesus Christ and almighty God, Amen.
The lion hides behind the truth,
A gallant knight on pain of sword.
The blind man sees which way to go,
A beggar finds his just reward.

A babblers tounge will never cease,
The tin man masks a heart of gold.
A compass always pointing north,
an unloved heart is treasure sold.

The castle strong as weakest point,
The truth will always stay the same.
A lonesome clock has all the time,
How can mortal man give God a name?
wow this just rattled out of me in fleeting moments but i love its depth
Time appeals to those who wait,
A calendar without a date.
No point of interest here or there,
A nomad life without a care.

Until one day a lone chance fleeting,
Made in haste upon a lazy greeting.
Will you dip your toe within those rivers,
Of contraband? and selfless givers.

Upon the rostrum bear your soul,
As naked as a childs doll.
While new sensations spark the senses,
you seize your mind but body tenses.

So onward! now from past decay,
Yes! homeward bound youll start today.
To feed the mind instead of silence,
You now see beauty in the violence.

Such wild distemper of a troubled mind,
Seek recompense in all you find.
For time is always on the side,
Of new Spring flotsam on the tide.

So grasp that oar with all your might,
Muster all your nerves to fight.
Lifes breaking waves and vicious tide,
For time is always on your side.
hope you like it, think its about someone so hurt they closed them selves off from life until it became so long ago as if a dream until the moment chance offers them a hand to pull them back onto the merry go round of life again.
Those multitudel inglorious days,
With eager tounge and fearless youth.
Indignant in our stubborn ways,
We fought the system nail and tooth.

Unreliance on mechanical wears,
Or self compliance bitter taught.
We sought the path that wanted wear,
A princely sum yet still we bought.

Sheer confidence in ones esteem,
But pride will always take a fall.
Those days rush by me like a stream,
Too fast to catch or yet recall.

Immortal reason warmed our bones,
We chased the sun and caught its rays.
Auspicious notions now outgrown,
Of early bird inglorious days.
wrote a poem for the first time in a long time last night about the temperance of youth! Hope you enjoy. PS. Sorry about the spelling and grammar, never been my forte.
Mark Penfold Jan 1
Forest burning down at night,
A halting captivating site.
Woody survivors count their toes,
Inbetween the amber glows.
Mark Penfold Jan 1
How do you turn off love?
How can you make it so?
I still ask for this answer above,
While i sleep where the cold winds blow.

For you never broke my overwhelmed heart,
It was well and truly shattered.
See, the void cant be filled in the dark,
No mass can compare; the memories scattered.

I begged God, long ago, many years,
To send me an angel so true.
Its the reason i cry all these tears,
As he sent me my soulmate in you!

Sometimes it feels like a dream,
Did it happen? a lifetime ago?
We made such a beautiful team,
I still cant believe that its so.

For i am now  just a wondering soul,
When were gone, will our love still exist?
We forged a diamond out of lacklustre coal,
And 13 Peregrine road was the catalyst.
Mark Penfold Jan 1
I am the last lone passenger of the night,

My heart is dark, yet dark is darker still.

You will not remember me, as morning tremble wakes and changes into sight,

My tainted shape and form disguised by mighty nocturnal shadow just until.

Illuminated by the paler rays of furthest father moon,

In quickened beat of step I now distress.

And intend to silly race the waking golden rays come too soon,

My reward is raging amber light in break of day, but absent friend I must confess.

My tired hiding soul can never reach its fill of wandering darkened wanton way,

It took me years but after many endless tears I finally grasped,

My soul enchained, a constant prisoner to the day.
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