Wednesday, April 23, 2008

• Stumbling around this mess I wonder I ponder dont really know which way to go what tomorrow will show how can I feel so low....sigh i dont think Ive ever felt really high asking the questions of why why

  Im stuck...ropes all in a mess tied around me like too tight of a whacked up dress...my heart wishing for a caress but its in a mess...

  a small hole at the soul of my heart which is falling apart

  I bawl yearning for the ropes to fall my faith seems oh so small but you hear my call you stretch out your hand your presence is something I can not understand...you speak and the ropes become weak the future doesnt seem so bleak

  as I attempt to stand u say hold out your hand when i reach out cannot understand what all this is about u pull me close your grace rubs my nose you your grace tickles my face 

  it is I  El shaddai that saw you in a bind yet I never want to leave you behind  

  in a moment where hope was something I thought was a gift I could never take..hope became awake as he threw into a fiery lake the ropes that bind the ropes that brake.

   

  ( this was spur of the moment so uhm yeah)

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