Glory Within

So far I've got nothing to say,
At the end of this tiring day,
But before you write off all my words with a scoff,
I'll remind you there's light in this clay.

My whole brain is all mushy and squish,
Un-inclined to do any last wish,
But although it's not pretty and I may not sound witty,
My heart I'll serve up on a dish.

I feel lost like an old orphan child,
Left alone in the dark and the wild,
Still I know there's a home where I'm never alone,
And the lost ones are all reconciled.

Waiting here in the still of my room,
Like a man lying dead in his tomb,
There's a groan in my soul drawing me to the goal,
So I'll push till I'm out this cocoon.

Come awake all the dead things inside,
Fill with light all my darkness and pride,
And remind me again that the power in my pen,
Is Spirit beckoning like a guide.

Through the darkness I carefully grope,
To find treasures of peace and of hope,
And I'll find them someday if you'll show me the way,
Like a lifeline I hold tight your rope.

All I ever succeed at is fail,
I'll admit I continually bail,
And the glory inside I continue to hide,
Till you tear my heart wide like the veil.