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Small and Insignificant
Contributed by
weepingprophet
on
Saturday, 25th April 2009 @ 02:39:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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A cold blanket of sweat wraps me in disdain
Shallow breathes escape tight lips to hang in the stale air
At times I have felt a holy hand part the night terror to touch me
Grip my soul with a warmth that keeps me aware of something more
Something greater than this dank life of agony
A weighted hand runs soft fingers through my hair
My eyes continually leaking from your sting
I am only telling you, taker, that I do not need your comfort
In a fragile attempt to free myself from this twisted reliance
I leap forward and cling to this intimate being stepping down from eternity
To embrace me
ME
I am small and insignificant
why me?
Abba, you parted the heavens and reached down to grip me with your love
Can I ever be free from the hurt of loving man?
And here you come, stepping down into my stale room of self-pity
Tenderly stroking my hair, as though it was only you
It was only you all along, and the lips open to form a praise that may never be enough
But is much more than nothing
Uttering to you an acceptance of hope
Your love bends eternity
And I am no longer small and insignificant
Copyright ©
weepingprophet
... [
2009-04-25 14:39:35] (Date/Time posted on
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