I don't write for you
I don't write for me
I write for Thee
The One who supplies these
words that seep from my veins
Spilling out of me
Like the blood of He
who knew no sin
Escaping from within my lungs
Like a once trapped breath
Like the only breath He had left
to say
"Forgive them...."
I've been given the gift of expression
And there's no way I'm going to let it
Die out
No. I wont let my Well dry out....
No comments:
Post a Comment