Fleets

It won't ask for permission as I become a victim to this unwanted self destruction.
I wander in my mind searching for this corruption, tripped up by ever-growing obstructions.
Doubts in my mind that I and others have created, we all have dreams and the grip on mine has degraded.
My light has been dimmed by the waves and clouds that shade it.
We all have been given this light, it's a gift from God to battle against the unholy blight.
In some it is brighter then others, and in times of tribulation I use its brightness for cover.
And in times of peace I use my light to fuel others.
We all have trials and unwanted situations, things that bring us down and cause the start of contemplation.
Why this? Why me? Cant God just let me be?
It is not random and it is not chance, it can seem like it is at first glance.
We think its random but that's not true, I'm given certain trials not just for me but for others too.
These trials are a blessing and i know that's true, even though they leave me beaten black and blue.
These wounds are temporary and will some day heal, there will always be one who knows how we feel.
He is our Brother who died on the hill.
I'm being pushed to my limits, stretched beyond thin.
I know one day that the light will win.
And on that day there will be no wave, no clouds that can cover it.
The holy will walk this ground in fleets, the ashes of the unrighteous underneath our feet.
We have to hold on and keep on going, don't let your light be hid from showing.
I know one day we'll be welcomed to the presence of thee all knowing.
-Cooper Swenson