Miracle

I surrendered to the darkness.
It crept into my soul and took hold of my thoughts.
I sprouted wings and tried to fly to you. But the darkness held me down.
I am stuck!
I saw the light and reached my arms into the sky.
With no avail, I sunk down, farther down into the ground. Down into the mud, stuck.
Set me free! Oh great miracle maker!
And He did.
Into the light I flew.
My wings, angelic and clean. I ask myself why?
 Because the depth of darkness is no match for the miracle maker.
To Him I fly.
To Him I go.
To Him I trust.
I surrendered to the darkness, but it was no match for the miracle maker.