Yield
When the waves rush in and I cannot take the fall that Once broke through feeble bricks and Nearly left me slain, fallen Subject to a torrent of temptation, And wracked with guilt a hundred times. When that storm hits, you see I brace myself for another Gust of grace, that furious force That allows me to stand and See a new horizon, with lines Drawn anew in the morning. I am weak to withstand a new Onslaught of love, that wondrous Energy that fuels my heart, its Tendrils trailing from infinite skies, Passed beyond eons of knowledge: Yes, enough to get me past the pain. So I yield anew to this day, Wondering when you'll come again And confident of new flames Kindled in depths once unspeakable Once open pits of despair now that Great cavern of hope that wells within.