Why can’t I do this; why can’t I write,
Why can’t I do this; why can’t I speak,
Why can’t I do this; why can’t I run,
Why can’t I do this; why can’t I stand,
The constant reminders of the pain I can see,
The tears of fear, a cry for help, why can’t they see,
The part of me has been shattered into pieces,
The part of me has been taken away from me,
This is how I can express such things,
The heart that still stands; it still sings,
It sings for the lord to fix my broken pieces,
It sings for the lord to take my pain away,
Ah; the lord is here to fix my broken pieces,
My oh my; I no longer feel this pain,
At times I could not write; it has been written in my
heart,
At times I could not speak; my heart still can speak,
At times I could not run; but my heart still runs to my
lord,
At times I could not stand; my heart still kept its
stand,
The tears of fear became tears of joy,
The cry for help became a cry of rejoice,
The missing tiny pieces have been fitted back together,
The missing part of me have been replaced with something
better,
I shall be as the lord is with me,
If any weapon forged against me; it shall not prevail.
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