A Lighthouse through film
Swimming in darkness
Comforted by demons
Drowning in darkness
Tormented by demons
Then that light beckoned—
Through the darkness like a lighthouse,
Shining on me—drowning and tormented—like a mirror,
Becoming a lifeline.
In the night, a calling from Him—
A calling to His form of commitment,
A calling through a film,
A calling to His love.
Taking darkness from my heart,
Allowing me to keep a part of it—
A test to see when I’d fully surrender
To His will over mine.
