#nostalgic #list #writersnetwork #The Word #shadow horses of the past turns into the white horse of truth, when they come into His brilliant light Light erases the dark shadows only one horse will stand in the end, the Rider on the white horse ...the Rider on the living Word ...the Word never fades ...it will stand the test.
Where I was flying above golden streams And walking in purple fields. All was quiet in this magical land, Until a shadow crept over me. It grabbed me by the neck and choked me. Like an animal, I struggled to be free, But it pulled me down from the sky And broke my wings.
It kept me like a prisoner in it's void And I sat in the darkness alone. The things I once had before-- The beautiful lakes of gold, And meadows of never before seen colors, All vanished before my eyes, And this dark emptiness Was now my home.