Glass Machine

I channeled all my rage into a glass machine I didn’t realize I was so breakable Until my foot caught the rock in front of me I may have tripped but I’ve not fallen I simply reached the line I stand up and wait to hear them calling Angels catch me every time I wish that I could thank them So I thank the Lord instead For treating me with sympathy When I thought the world was dead to me This narrow road is slow But its path knows where to go. Much but better than the wide divide That loses me each time I try To conquer every part of life In four walls on my own. We all need guidance from above Our lives are written in God’s book with Love If only I would knock, seek, ask Maybe then I would not be made of glass.