Just Being Me
Woe is my soul
For it doth have a whole
Where nurture and love should have filled its stead
Is now anguish, hurt, bitterness, and dread
To be loved with no restrictions, unfurbished, and pure
Held in the embrace of the one who loves me, so safe and secure
A place of serenity, peace, and sweet rest
Where i can bask in the arms of the one who loves me best
A greater love can no where be found
And in him does sincerity and affection abound
I know that Jesus loves me and that he is all i need
That he died for my sins and my heart he has freed
But for once on this earth i wonder what it would be
To have someone love me for just being me!
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