Unspoken words of anxiety,
Wet tracks on my face
Became rivers with intensity
Smashed my holy grace.
Irregular, grasping breath
Wasn’t left unnoticed
I am deprived of godly wealth
It’s gone like morning mist
The lie’s imposed
The evil spirits rejoice
My Saviour knows
The entrance to the poise
His love’s the tender fire
Wrapped me in the promises,
Pulled me out of a mire
To heaven’s blooming roses.
14,01,08
Unspoken words of anxiety...
© Copyright: Елена Сащенко, 2008
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