Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
Sin is lost
The lost are found

By his grace
Where love abounds

The flesh is weak
The heart is sore

Here I wait
To hear the roar

My Lord my God
My solid stone

Can you take
What has been thrown?

You are the One, you are my own
You hear my heart
Beat through the groan
Tyese Chumov
Written by
Tyese Chumov  19/F
(19/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems