2 Corinthians 12: 9,10
Picture a man: hollow, wasted, alone in pain
Picture a room: six walls, cold, 'home'
See: a man fighting to find his knees, prayer was a last resort
Can you see: a God: working despite the frailty and feebleness of
humanity? Praise God!!
all my heroes
..now dead
golden heroes
..now lead
ancient pages
well read
music playing in my head
shattered windows
closed shut
communication
lines cut
earth quaking under my bed
heroes in my mind
..now dead
SaNiTy
taking a fall
head in my hands
my back to the wall
sAnItY
thrown to the ground
pulling me down
to nothing at all
Pain..take it away
TrAgEdY
courting the knife
threatens my life
leaving me cold
tRaGeDy
strikes me at home
cuts to the bone
sanity sold
MiSeRy
sends me reeling
tears at my being
kicking and screaming
LIBERTY
comes when i'm kneeling
poised to reveal
our flesh is weak but the Spirit is willing!
Praise God!
He has taken away my pain
Praise God!
Amen!