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.
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This poem speaks of injury and is a call for help. Nicely8 written
Some times no man or doctor can heal you but basically there’s hope somewhere with pray to the Lord. It can sound like a cry for help. Thank you for your thoughts.
I wish you all the best in life.
Thank you?
I've been here and have prayed this. Powerful, Petra! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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