What is it when life turns sour
A sadness like a darkened hour
When all joy and glee have lost power
It is like the cross
What is it when life is bitter
Bruising the soul like a pro hitter
When it takes all of one's will to not be a quitter
It is like the cross
What is it when life's been salted
A sense of injustice no one has faulted
When mercy herself has been vaulted
It is like the cross
What is it when life is sweet
A peace joined, light and will meet
When every breath of the soul is frenzied and fleet
After the cross
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
No comments:
Post a Comment