“The law is only a shadow… of the good things that are coming” (Heb.10-1)
Unable for one to hold onto it
But yet under God’s shade tree…in the shadows we can sit.
If we cling to anything… other than the lamb
We are grasping at our own shadows…you see?
For these things are not Godly given
For the sacrifice of Jesus…should be all mankind’s reality.
While we seem to walk in ten feet of morning shadows
And yet at dusk…shortness of our shadows seems to fall.
Shadows are not the real thing
They’re but a distorted image…of sins self in us all.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem