Solace Welcomed Like A Dear Friend

The thunder wakes me, the pain aches me
deep within this shallow vessel I dwell
Waiting the harvest of that fruit tree
sending a gift of blessed heaven or fiery hell.

No atonement can replace the gift so freely given
sacrifice so desperately sweet and dear
No measure of good intentions or righteous liven'
can increase the days, nights and live long year

A comfort of solace wraps me times I need it most
to bid me to eagerly trod the right path
Obeying the gentle whispers of the Holy Ghost
fearing not terrible stings of God's righteous wrath..............-Tyr--03-24-2014