Hoping to scratch him.
As we bleed to
death.
As we have a shepherd we do not
want.
I run on a treadmill that never
stops.
My reflection in the wading pool is
dirty,
and I'm sickened.
It
hurts.
I'm sick of repetition.
An
illness, spreading.
Blinding my eyes.
Erase my thoughts.
Cancel my subscription
to the things of this world.
In heopen
eyesof delivereance.
I'm color blind.
Waiting to see.
Wanting to finally say no
and walk away with a smile.
Time after time
my call is game over;
But again and again
this cancer spreads.
Bleeding and spitting
guilt and convictions.
As Ilay in this pit
of defeat...
(Once again to strive.)
To beat itout over and over.
So worn. I
will defeat this.
Workedover. With
intention to kill.
To watch Him die and
smile.
At His dismay. His pain.
My
deliverance.
My cleanliness a giftof
freedom.
My walk purified. My peace given
by God.
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