We drown in petty sorrows.
Wish for floods-
For rain
To wash away all our iniquities.
Wash our robes white,
Our hands clean
Of any thistles or weeds that
Cling to our fingertips.
We cry:
Salt-stained
Tears
Begging for some kind of
Materialistic reprieve
For all the
Very hard work
We've done.
God called us to build arks.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
We drown in petty sorrows.
Wish for floods-
For rain
To wash away all our iniquities.
Wash our robes white,
Our hands clean
Of any thistles or weeds that
Cling to our fingertips.
We cry:
Salt-stained
Tears
Begging for some kind of
Materialistic reprieve
For all the
Very hard work
We've done.
God called us to build arks.
I too am guilty of wishing for rain. And I'm sorry.
