God In Heaven, Hear My Cry
These are the moments
That grip my heart with an iron fist
That shoot icy fire into my veins
The things that take the feathering fear
In the back of my mind
And twist them through my being
These are the moments
When the shroud of dread that envelops me
Threatens to consume and suffocate
And nothing...no, nothing can be done
But fall to my knees
And pray
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009
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