That spike that hits the heart
And twists like a bitter knife
Letting pain to do its part
Reflecting on my sin and strife
I wish I hadn't needed it so
That push out the comfort zone
In order to healthily grow
Rather than rot to the bone
Still though it seems the pain a loss
I move and arise from sleep
To pick up daily that cross
And be nearer to thee when I weep
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
No comments:
Post a Comment