Yako

This that I write is for all the pain I fight. For all the tears I cried night after night asking God "when is the end of this plight??" My sight is blind. Yet the end I have to find. This road so old is a story untold of a soul that was sold. The curse that it holds can break a million homes. So they threw it out,cast like a stone. All alone,beat by the cold,awaiting death's hold you came along... dressed in a white robe and a smile so broad. The story of the cross you told me once more... of the blood that still flows of your love that still glows. In your arms I flew and at least I FEEL HOME. Maybe I should just sing a song to praise Your Name on and on.. But God I prefer this poem because You've shown me much more than the world has ever known!