Lowering Clouds Obscure
The edge of light do lowering clouds obscure,
Like fleeting shadows of the night that scare.
Bereft of gladness in a world so pure,
We sink in sands of sadness e’er so bare.
We parted when I needed thee to cling.
Why leave me when my soul was in distress?
Thou used me like thou wouldst a paltry thing,
When love of other made thee sins confess.
Thy loss and my disquiet I shall survive,
As still the love of life doth keep me brave.
Whilst of all things ‘twould seem I am deprived,
From darkness may God’s grace me daily save.
So lorn and cuckholded all we may be,
Forsaken yet not broken we are free.
© 2017 James Hanna-Magill