The winds of change
Are strong and cold
They burn the tortured man
He strives to find
A place to hide
A shelter from the storm
But sanctuary’s
Hard to find
All doors are closed to him
The tortured man
Feels lost and cursed
Pariah, all alone
There’s thoughts and
Movement all around
A stranger now to sleep
His mind it taunts
It pokes and prods
It never leaves him be
The tortured man
Begins to weep
And tears fall from his eyes
He’s never felt
So all alone
Forsaken, now he prays
He hits his knees
He lifts his eyes
His arms reach out above
The tortured man
Calls out to God
Forgive me I have sinned
The tortured man
Recalls his sins
No detail is lost
His strength is gone
He lays his head
The storm begins to pass
When he awakes
And rubs his eyes
Feels warmth upon his skin
He stands up tall
And hears the voice
“You’re free, forgiven son”
The path ahead
Is clear and straight
He’ll never walk alone
There’s no more hurt
And no more pain
He’s saved, he’s born again
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Author:
Kenyon Leigh (
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- Published: January 3rd, 2018 14:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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