Silhouettes Of Shadows

Sitting on the steps of pain looking through the windows of rejection, my view is obstructed by the glare of uncertainty masked in the shadows of shame.As the silhouettes of doubts and fears dances on the darkness of my confusion, my heart yearns for the color of light. From the corner of my eyes, a spark flicker arises from the ashes in liturgical praise moving steadily and rapidly to the rhythm of the sound of silence. A quickening stirs in the bowels of my spirit, Shall I hope? A prophetic worship engulfs me, cleansing me from the residue of my past and the steps that led me to pain leads me to truth. The only way. The only truth. The only life. The true source of light covers my shadows and gently reminds me...the silhouettes were only outlines of what appeared to be. I'm free. I'm free. I'm free.