Lamentations 3.6 ~ Dark Places

He hath set me in dark places, 
I know it's for my good.
This seat is uncomfortable,
The atmosphere is damp and cold.
My company here is unremarkable,
I want to go home.
As they that be dead of old.
I'm stripped of my dearest fashions
Laid in a crypt, not of my choosing.
Covered over, out of sight, long forgotten.
I'm waiting to hear my name called,
Waiting in dark places for light.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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