...of Scars and Soil...

I find myself before the storm In awe of the awesome majesty What words can I say, what can man do Naked we were born, naked we will die Therefore men fear God, and humble themselves before Him Naked we were born, naked we will die The thundering, His voice on high His power seen, for all time Naked we were born, naked we will die The thundering, His voice on high His power seen, for all time

As smoke fills my lungs, the sky fills my eyes As stars shine blazing, and the moon in its rise The wind through the trees, in my mind echoes memories A Hand unseen, still veiled to me A divine design, stretching across the ages of time An eternal plan, my life in His hands

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Of scars and soil Of pain and toil I shall see with my eyes My material demise My life has become a tragedy Many things I have seen under the sun All is vanity, a chasing after wind A chasing after nothing There is a time for all things under Heaven A time for birth and for death A time to speak and to be still I scrape myself with the dried earth The shards of clay from my broken dreams My skin festers with boils As I sit in silence I rip open my clothes and uncover my heart See what's down inside Of scars and soil we are made And in our suffering we claim An innocence alien to all of man And what have we to boast? We are tragic at most An object of wrath yet His mercy remains Of scars and soil we are made The fire will cleanse all our pain Of scars and soil we are made Of pain and toil is our claim Then Job opened his mouth and he cursed the day of his birth. - Job 3:1 Why should not the day perish on which I was born, and the night which said, "A boy is conceived"? May that day be darkness. Do not let the light shine upon it. Let the darkness and the black gloom claim it. Let a cloud settle on it. let the blackness of the day terrify it. As for that night, let the blackness seize it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the months. Behold! Let that night be barren. Let no joyful shout enter it. Let those who curse, curse it!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025