Lord, Fix Me
Lord, fix me.
Fix my heart,
it has been broken.
I’m bleeding on the inside,
but no man can fix it,
no doctor can heal me.
Helplessly, I’ve folded.
I need nature as my healing,
but still, I’m bleeding.
I’ve been cut deeply.
Helplessly, I’m creeping.
I can’t run from the bleeding.
I can’t walk,
I can only crawl,
wounded so deeply.
I’m bleeding.
Lord, fix me.
Poetic Works of Petra Fafina Marina Patrice
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