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I want to write a poem right now, but I do not know if I will be able to, so bear with me, please...
As I walk through the darkest forest
Of the darkest day
Of the darkest hour
I realize I am alone
The toils of my heart
And the sweat that runs down my face in beads
Can never be relieved
I will never know anything but work
Pain, so deep
I cannot see
It blurs my vision
Clouds my soul
I am nothing
I yearn for everything,
And yet I am nothing
But a worthless body
This fire deep inside
Is yearning to burn
And every time it raises its head in defense
It cries as it is washed away
By the storm in my heart
Burn! Burn! I say!
Nothing is meant by it anyway
Consume all of me
In your loving touch
A light come by
I close my eyes
I cannot stand
To see You so near
Kill Her, Lord, if You want me now
Oh precious God,
For whom I shall live
Kill her, Kill her
But hark!
Do ye see these sins of mine?
This shallow heart that wins this time?
Clob me one, my Lord, oh God,
Before I reck such trechery upon your land!
Your Hand! Your Hand!
Why do You hold it out?
I will not take it,
No, never will I take it!
Yet I look back,
And think upon that loving glance
So sweet and sorrowful
To the Love I see
Wrap me up
In warm bonds of love
But leave me here to rot in my grave
I leave you now
Do you know?
Cry, I cry
Each and every day I cry
Do you not see my tears, oh Lord?
Do you not see my pain, oh Lord?
Humble now I lay mine head
To search my soul four my last bread
Before I see the gates to Hell,
Or perhaps Heaven awaits my call?
Death, oh Death I see,
It haunts me day and day
What purpose hath you, oh Lord, to take my lover's life from me?
What right hath you, oh Lord, to take my soul from me?
Every right, you say, oh Lord?
That cannot be true
That cannot be true!!!
I will not hear it
I will not hear it!
Sweet sorrow I see in thine eyes
I love thee, Lord
This reputation of mine, oh Lord
Is nothing to You, but nothing to me.
Stand fast! Stand fast!
You cannot go there!
That is my treasure
That I hold dear in my soul
In the darkest pit of my soul
Never to awaken, do thee not see?
I die! I die!
But you will not let me!
No, You will not let me die, will You?
Hold me! Mold me, oh Lord, oh Lord!!!
I am yours, I am Yours!!!
I give my life, but will you accept?
A wretched soul of no class and no shame?
And though I walk this path alone,
I see You standing on the other side
Holding your hands out to me, oh Lord
And calling mine name
And rejoicing in my choices
I am Yours!
I am Yours!!!
 Lady_Esmerel · Fri Oct 21, 2005 @ 04:00am · 1 Comments |
