Heart is filled with pain
Sorrow running down
The cheeks once more.
Soul is aching at the seams
Of my mind,
Others can't understand
Why I'm really here
So, they continue to whine.
The pressure returns,
Memory of you
Will forever stay
The same.
There's a beating at the door,
Went to go open it up
To see what the racket
Maybe,
Then I heard through the clouds
Outside, it was Jesus opening
Up my eyes of the Holy
Spirit of life.
©Cherisse Powers
03\31\16'
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
Heart is filled with pain
Sorrow running down
The cheeks once more.
Soul is aching at the seams
Of my mind,
Others can't understand
Why I'm really here
So, they continue to whine.
The pressure returns,
Memory of you
Will forever stay
The same.
There's a beating at the door,
Went to go open it up
To see what the racket
Maybe,
Then I heard through the clouds
Outside, it was Jesus opening
Up my eyes of the Holy
Spirit of life.
©Cherisse Powers
03\31\16'
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