Pressing Forward

By Tyrell L. Samuels

I see a storm approaching

don't know when I'm coming out

This wasn't taught in Sunday School

All signs of life are gone and nonexistent

we enter realms never before visited

All our hopes had turned to dust

and all was left

our unfiltered lusts

Time zones had ceased and gone away

 kaleidoscope colors frenzied my way

and darkness so bright

Had shone the day

Oh that the light of Christ would guide me through

these truest storms that plague my view

Joy is not beyond the farthest fright

so I must steer by faith and blind my sight.