There is a tree
To which I cling
as the rope
pulls at my throat
There is one snag
in my resolve
Why does the tree
not help at all?
Friday, October 17, 2008
Where is my regret?
I cannot write
There are no words
I'm lost at sea
with no remorse
where is the guilt
That should reside
within my heart
or by my side
Why do I struggle
against the flow
of that which I
do not control
Where are my words
They left me dry
Without remorse
Or guilt inside
There are no words
I'm lost at sea
with no remorse
where is the guilt
That should reside
within my heart
or by my side
Why do I struggle
against the flow
of that which I
do not control
Where are my words
They left me dry
Without remorse
Or guilt inside
Through Tribulation and Desire
lord prepare me
to be a sanctuary
pure and holy
free of adultery
free of immorality
through struggle and trial
tribulation and desire
help me to here thy voice
and stray not from the path
lord prepare me
to be a sanctuary
pure and holy
pure and holy
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