I've wrestled with demons
Laid dead on the rocks
Heard the whispers of angels
Cut my hands on the Cross
I've marched out of order
Defied every rule
Imagined I was master
But I was a fool
I've been ruined and shattered
Deserved every blow
You'd think I'd know better
That you reap what you sow
But my Father's not like me
Though I've done what I've done
His arms are wide open
His love never runs
Though I've nothing to offer
No treasure or gold
My heart I lay broken
To be healed, to remold
My story's not over
My lungs still have breath
For His mercy surrounds me
'Til I enter His rest
I'm not over
I'm not over
By Steven Bliss
© 3/10/2016
© 3/10/2016
Awesome!! Glad to see you post again, Steven. Bless you!
ReplyDeleteThanks John... been a difficult and very distracting season. God willing I'll get back to it. I've got 20 waiting for me to edit and post. Time is slippery these days.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you and your family!
Steven
perfect words....perfect timing
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