In his image

I gazed at life’s unending road

Carrying a heavy load

Groping in the dark in pain

My eyes in pursuit of something vain

Desolate, I knew not what to aspire

Tears had become my attire

It’s a dark color to wear

When I looked at my face

I saw soot from a furnace

But, in God’s word, I took courage

I am made in his image

So precious in his eyes

I chose not to believe the enemy’s lies