Dirt of My Soul
Worm of my reproach,
it lays deep in the dirt of my soul
Each rotten thing I’ve ever done in life,
puts another shovel full over my closed eyes
Awake, awake!
Arise in the middle of the night,
and have my soul pray to God for mercy ...
hoping that He will let me see
the dawning of the morning light
This worm burrows ever deeper into my soul,
devouring me
from within with it’s sinful mandibles
Eating away at my spirit,
turning me more into a corpse daily
Dirt of my soul,
my worm ... my reproach
All the hurt I’ve done to myself
and others in my life
Forgiveness is the only way for me
to see the enduring light
Dirt of my soul,
my worm ... my reproach
Pray to be released from the dark shadows
For in this underground house
there are no windows
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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