My World
Everyday i see her glowing face,
My feeble heart begins to race.
After years of pain and spite,
I'm swept away,by her loves might.
Falling faster than before,
She holds my hand, and never more.
My heart, my soul, they beg for her,
But can i ever feel assured.
Of God's angels only one has come,
Why to the one from whom God was shunned?
I feel her touch, her warm embrace,
I'm broken now, God give me grace.
Copyright © Court Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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