Room Full of Memories

Just another quiet night in front of a glowing screen that gets more out of date like me every day. I do enjoy technology, especially when a thought comes to mind and I need to get it down before it gets lost in my head. Tomorrow brings perhaps another chance or simply closure to an open wound still healing inside. Whatever the outcome, please pray for me. Thank you and God bless.
Witt


I sat beside a fire
Now only a candle burns
I slept beneath the stars
Now only time turns
When I truly lived my life
Now I reside
In a room full of memories
That only she can share
But I am all alone.

I longed to feel your embrace
On hard floors late at night
She told me not to fear
I felt her presence near
My Mother full of grace
But now I am here
Wondering a mystery
It was all meant to be
In a room full of memories.

God knows my struggles
Seems all I've had are troubles
But blessings come through prayer
And I am always there
In a room full of memories.

We loved and laughed
Watched the sun rise together
And life grew
Inside of you
Our purpose came to light
Now in hind sight
Holding on to love
Means more than selfish pride
In a room full of memories.

Pictures hang like distant figures
Crosses there among them too
Display a greater sacrifice
A much higher price
Than I could ever pay
My Lord who always knocks
Upon this door
A quiet solitary space
A room full of memories.


God knows my struggles
Seems all I've had are troubles
But blessings come through prayer
And I am always there
In a room full of memories.

I sit beside a candle
Hoping for a flame
And dream of distant stars
Where once we wished upon
But I know it's not up to me
That time has come and gone
But hearts can rekindle from ashes
If an ember remains beneath them
In a room of things yet to be.

D.A. Wittler 16'