I have picked myself up off this wretched floor again
Dragging everything behind
Pride, humility, hope, despondency, love and greed
I am nothing but the calloused vessel you see
Empty but looking to be filled
Pressing towards some prize
I plead with life to shed its tears on me
Rain on me with grace
Rain on me with redemption
Give storm to my heart and let me feel free once again
1 comment:
I'm listening and have a lot of love for you to pray you forward.
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