Saturday, May 03, 2008

Open me up. These veins
They still bleed true
I'm not so lost that I can
No longer find You.
I see me In the mirror
So I turn away
Come rain come sunshine
Come Jesus and wash
Old me away.

1 comment:

post-it said...

i also like this one.

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...