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I misjudged my weight
I lost the prize
I fell right into hate
I tumbled into dispise
I lost all my trust
I felt all alone
I overlooked what I must
And now it's all gone
My whole world turned around
From heaven to hell
I thought I knew what I'd found
I knew I couldn't tell
Then it hit me -- a light
I knew and I walked
I became hidden from night
I took comfort and talked
I comprehended, understood
To find my way
Nothing will do me good
Nothing anyone could say
Wraps me in linin
Lines me in feathers
Lets me come in
Cuts all the tethers
Feeds me red wine and bread
Mends my ripped heart
Strokes my worried forehead
Tells me where to start
Floats me in streams
Flies me to Him in the sky
He knows my dreams
And he won't let them die
"Heal, mend, knows not what he does,
Help him to see me how he should
Break him free from bloody red claws
Needs so much stregnth, I know he would.
Purify, sanctify, intervene in his life,
Turn him into what he wants to be,
I beg of you, take away his strife
Lead him back forever to both You and me."
Turns apples to grapes
Changes sour to sweet
Turns bears into apes
Changes coldness to heat
Can He make me feel alright?
Can He help him turn around?
Give him a will to fight
And get back on solid ground?
Yes, I know God will
Make things how they should be
His empty holes God will fill
And he will return to me.
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