Darkness prevailing in the Light, It will Never Be!

In my bed for one hour,
I laid there and cried,
In my heart it felt
As if my brother had died,

Not seeking light,
He arrived into the night,
He was not raging against,
The dying of his sight,

As the pendulum swings,
Drift closer to the light,
Overcoming darkness,
Should be in our best interests
And delight.

Like the Prodigal son,
And the Lost coin indeed,
O, Brother! Come home so we can wash your feet!

To escape darkness,
The word is providing,
Put it in your heart,
And forever it’ll be residing.

For one's soul to spend a day in darkness is a day too long. We are to reach our brothers who are in nightfall to save them “In The Day of the Lord”. O, Brother! O, Brother! Please come home! Or forever you will be seated next to Satan’s dark thrown.