Angelic Sounds

Ajon4wheels

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 Offline)
  • Published: April 12th, 2024 02:11
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


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