Samuel Zondervan
Midnight Ride
I am alone.
At times like this I flee the burning city lights
Of a world that has rejected me.
The cool, spring night air bites my flesh
And fills my lungs.
The rushing air numbs my skin
As I descend into the gloomy depths of the night.
I waver, look behind, stop.
Darkness envelops me; silence engulfs me.
Brief indecision, followed by grim determination.
I continue my descent
Into the Forest of Loneliness,
Listening to the quiet murmurs of the ancients.
And now I stand above the swirling current,
Hearing the water playfully tickle the shore,
The glossy surface reflecting a distorted world.
My gaze wanders to the starry expanse
Into the round face of the moon—
Distant, lonely, cold.
We share a quiet moment of understanding, friendship,
And then the grey clouds hide her face.
Both parties shed a tear;
I am alone.
Caged
I
want to say I love her
And hold her by my side,
To gaze into her eyes
And tell her how I feel.
I am just a rat in a cage,
My feelings for her are trapped inside.
And be better than the rest;
Want to make my name well known
And earn myself respect.
I am just a rat in a cage,
Is there more to life than this?
The world is foul and ugly;
Pollution fills the air.
The streets are crammed with sin;
The cities thrive on greed.
I am just a rat in a cage,
Living in a world of hate.
I’m feeling sad and lonely,
Alone and by myself.
An island midst the ocean,
A ship within a storm.
I am just a rat in a cage,
Small and insignificant.
I cry for God to save me,
To help me find the way.
The only answer’s silence;
I walk away with doubt.
I am just a rat in a cage,
Is God playing games with me?
I’m growing old and bitter;
My life is passing by.
The days have lost their meaning;
Should I end it all right here?
I am just a rat in a cage,
Will anyone notice I’m gone?
And when I think it’s over,
And when I think I’m through,
I turn my eyes to Jesus—
He wipes away my tears.
I am just a rat in a cage,
The door is opened; I am free.
The clouds have finally parted,
The Son is shining through.
The gloom and sadness gone,
‘Cause Jesus died for me.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28, NIV)
All Poems Copyright ©2003 Samuel Zondervan.
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