Of All That God Does Give
I want to hold and kiss her,
but all I do is miss her.
I'm tortured everyday,
for she's so far away.
What punishment is this,
of all that GOD does give.
Miserably I live,
in scoff of happy others.
No love for me is bad,
I'm several broken parts,
Crumbled in the heart,
black of flesh and dark.
Lacking love and tenderness,
I'm the hardest of a man.
Things are kept way from me,
I've yet to understand.
Of all that GOD does give,
what punishment this is...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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