Like the Gentile woman said
even dogs get a treat
I just want to feel a scrap
of what you felt
Sink my teeth
into some meat
When I feel tired
When I feel old
When I lose hope
The words come
They fly into
the atmosphere above
They carry away
what I feel today
and drift into your grace
Away from my troubled face
into your grace
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
Like the Gentile woman said
even dogs get a treat
I just want to feel a scrap
of what you felt
Sink my teeth
into some meat
When I feel tired
When I feel old
When I lose hope
The words come
They fly into
the atmosphere above
They carry away
what I feel today
and drift into your grace
Away from my troubled face
into your grace