Every single stone has cut into my bare feet
Blood prints are left behind me but I am focusing on the love, I can feel
Ignoring the agony between my bare toes, as I compete
Compete for happiness and soak in utter glory, as I kneel
On sharp gravel, my groaning are muffled by my throat
I swallow, Ihave to get up, to you my savior.
In belting, beaming hot sun there is no need for a coat
In this hot heat, I kind of feel at peace. I can taste the flavor
At the end of this rocky road, in the long distance I can see heaven
As I walk farther, I can feel every stone in my bloody and cut feet
I wish that the bumpy earth was flat and carefully even.
An angel in his presence, I can feel. I know that my long haul is nearly complete.
Arrived at the top of the holy mountain, I am in reach
of the glory, the wishes of the angel of white.
As I bathe in your blessings as you lovingly preach
The right answer is in your angelic sounds, that I hear in my plight
- Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2024 02:11
- Category: Unclassified
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