Sep 18, 2006 16:29
It's true, I've fallen.
Fallen from my Savior.
Left him in the back of my mind.
The back of my heart.
It's true, I've fallen.
Fallen in love.
He left me with a broken heart,
a broken heart in his hands.
It's true, I've fallen.
Fallen away from purity.
It left me with a shot glass.
A shot glass now emptied.
It's true, I've fallen.
Fallen from their trust.
They left me with guilt.
Guilt to last a lifetime.
I'd been shaped and molded.
Like a work of my Master's art.
But I had fallen.
Left to be mended in time.
Soon my Master will find me.
He'll lift me into his arms.
I'll be what I'm meant to be.
I'll live eternally.