Could He Hear Me
Should I raise my hope and pray more,
now that I’d lost almost everything to the shore?
As I paddled my feet in the endless sea,
I asked for mercy but could He hear me?
And when I found myself drowning down,
would He ignore me with a frown?
To the alley of death I sunk down whole
would He care and save this sinful soul?
Within this hand, held a knife –
that ever wondered where came the life.
Déjà vu settled on the faded scar –
that asked me how I made it this far…
Though finally ended up at the start,
dripped blood that parted the church from heart,
that tore the spirit from heaven, left burning hell
I asked for mercy, He just didn’t hear well…
Copyright © Celine Tran | Year Posted 2011
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