Now for the day that is to be

Now for the day that is to be
Who can know where it shall take me
While anxiety and sleep depravity
Strive to take control

I wonder oft how I shall play my roll
Whether calm or loud
Shall I linger in this shroud
That separates me from all social interaction

Shall I give it full satisfaction
Or shall I step out among the bright lights
And perform my part
I know by heart
Though none is in me
But depravity

Why reveal such scars
Would not it bring more distance
Surely they too share this sickness
Yet few will seek comfort in
The company around
Within they hide
Underground
Denied of all human
Influence

Yet humanity hath already taken its course
Its influence hath led one to this place
Here lies the depth of its disparity
Where it hath lost all hope in charity

Oh to find
An oasis of longing
Where all is revealed
And nothing concealed
All is seen for what it has been
And what it has become

Yet it denies
No one
All are welcome to come
And drink from its source

-Joshua Lee Foist

So strayed my heart for a season of hope

So strayed my heart for a season of hope
Seeking after that which seemed to satisfy
Yet twas ill invested
And this congestion and callus grew
A season or two

Till at last it too was past
And when I think upon
Those "wasted" moments
I think "my God"
What am I seeking

If not for you
All that I pursue
Would crumble and fall
So passions succumb to sin
And plague me deep within
While I terry here awhile
And hope I may find release

Yet always it ends without peace
Instead more dread in me tis fed
By this wasted investment

If indeed this hope must grow
Then I plead once more
"Oh God" do not let go
For even as it hurts so
I know that all is but shedding
And wasting away
As I draw closer (I pray) to thee
More earnestly
Than the days before

And so as I journey on
From this season
I shan't forget the reason
For which I came
Or my crime of which I am to blame

Tis all in learning to trust
As He indeed is just
And willing to forgive
So may I all the more
With thankfulness live
For the one
Who has given His son
To show His love

In part, He hath given His heart
And shown His glorious work of art
In death conquered
And life reborn
So has He calmed the storm
Of sin that so long
Hath raged within
And brought us home
At last to Him

-Joshua Lee Foist