Exit Wounds, Severed Limbs

Who would’ve Thought, After being impaled by the spear of a lost love, I’d still stagger on through life’s emergency doors Though desperate for a heart thrombectomy Paging Dr. Burke to perform mitral valve replacement, With nothing but exit wounds & severed limbs Who would’ve Fathomed, After being shot by the 9mm of lost hope, I’d still fight through those steel gates of survival Though nurses screamed “GSW to the head!” Paging Dr. McDreamy to attend to that ballistic chasm, Still I made it past those exit wounds & severed limbs Who would’ve Heeded, After being sliced open by a 10 blade of deceit, I’d still march forward towards the victor’s village Though on the verge of bleeding out love Paging ‘The Nazi’ to retract and source these bleeders, I sailed through those sore exit wounds & severed limbs Who would’ve Comprehended, After being dismembered by a bone saw of hatred, I’d still love thy enemies as He commanded me Though lying comatose like an array of cadavers Paging Dr. Torres to re-attach these limbs with love, Love indeed conquered those exit wounds & severed limbs Who would’ve Believed, After all the anguish, pain, tears, blood and sweat, I’d still kneel before His Glorious Throne praying for you Though we are still to meet I fervently pray still That you will be enough for me and I for you, That I will be bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh That we will carry each other in our spirits for eternity A love that knows no bounds, Flows in and out of time, That Shakespeare kind of love, All for the Glory of our Jehovah Rapha The Lord who truly healed those exit wounds & severed limbs