Dec 19, 2006 18:26
How Is It?
How is it that every time I try to stand on my own two feet I always find defeat?
Is it because these years before, Ive just done nothing-- Nothing more than dying on this cold, hard floor.
Ive been bound by my mistakes.
They hold me hostage... Im gonna break.
Cant anything overtake this?
Im moving into an abyss.
Im tired of all of this.
Silence falls.
Then I hear the anthems ring!
The sweet sound of Your symphonies.
The overflowing of Your harmonies.
Angels sing.
(My)Heart is breaking.
You ask for it (for the taking).
Tears of joy run down my face!
Now I feel your warm embrace!
The embrace of Heaven & healing touch.
What Ive longed for--O so much!
Now I am the clay; You are my potter.
Make me into something useful.
On this floor Ill be no more.
Its time to get out.
SHOW THE WORLD WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!!
Ill be silent for no longer.
With You to guide me, I am stronger!
On my two feet I cannot stand.
But You taught me how to FLY--
With the touch of YOUR HAND!
A Poem by Carly:)