Sermons Vol. 2
These are not tears
Only blood
You have torn my heart.
Dove wings of light
Beat gently down
In a cleansing stream
I am made clean.
A disease of the mind
Bears me down
Till the gaping ground
Snatches me up.
Grace.
A watchword
For today
And the fire
In my soul.
Choose another door
Into the waiting dark
You are bruised forevermore.
Wisperchild
Of shadow wrought
Beneath a sink
A footstep's drip
Menacing through the halls
Caverns in the dark
Stretching into rooms
To claw at wide eyed terror
Shivering beneath ghostly sheets.
Amen
And renewed again
Website to the unkown
By the Bible shown
The way.
Have you fallen asleep on the doorstep of forgiveness?
Sunday, April 03, 2005
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