In the quiet
A face appears
Scarred beyond features
Teardrops smear bloodlines
In the chaos
Confusion blurs His image
Yet that war torn emotions
Keep coming back
In the anguish
The eyes of deep sorrows
Return and pierces me
Like none has ever done
In the emptiness
His scourged hand touches
The broken shell of mine
Cries broke out
In the suffering
The nailed wounds embrace
My heavily soiled soul
He understands my pain
In the fall
He rises and picks me up
Each time He smiles
And says it is all right
In the comfort
Of His arms I rest
A thousand miles away
At home at last
In the light
I soar on His wings
Never looking back
And His face glows
No comments:
Post a Comment