Crucified
My spirit cries
in grief
and in dismay.
The reality of
what you purpousfully have done to me.
I reflect upon
the intentional hurt and hate
from you to me
That's when I see...
Where you've gone out of your way
to make sure things were extra hard for me.
When your the one who is supposed to
Show me love Unconditionally .
I see where you
shattered
the remains
of an already
fractured heart .
There is agony in every salty tear,
That fills the open wounds
as they streams down from in sorrow.
The shards of malice for years
piercing deep
into my very soul
and embeding
their sharp.
slivered tips
just like the nails that
penetrated the hands and feet of the "Son".
As you spew like lava the words
roll off your forked tongue.
Only after their burden I carry the weight 'across' a
rough and rugged path as they grows heavier and bigger
I make my way to where finally, stripped of any last
shred of dignity, left hanging there up high upon your
wicked, evil, vengeful lies.
Am I....
I am THAT Iam
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Crucified
My spirit cries
in grief
and in dismay.
The reality of
what you purpousfully have done to me.
I reflect upon
the intentional hurt and hate
from you to me
That's when I see...
Where you've gone out of your way
to make sure things were extra hard for me.
When your the one who is supposed to
Show me love Unconditionally .
I see where you
shattered
the remains
of an already
fractured heart .
There is agony in every salty tear,
That fills the open wounds
as they streams down from in sorrow.
The shards of malice for years
piercing deep
into my very soul
and embeding
their sharp.
slivered tips
just like the nails that
penetrated the hands and feet of the "Son".
As you spew like lava the words
roll off your forked tongue.
Only after their burden I carry the weight 'across' a
rough and rugged path as they grows heavier and bigger
I make my way to where finally, stripped of any last
shred of dignity, left hanging there up high upon your
wicked, evil, vengeful lies.
Am I....
I am THAT Iam
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