And blessing none believes
Or would believe--God's voice
And touch God's choice receives.
I'm waiting, still to blossom,
I feel I'm still a bud
And yet I've lost this mark,
No longer bleed his blood.
An awful, painful curse
That has split me asunder
Is driving me to work
Before it puts me under.
I do not know if God
Is pushing me to live,
But surely it is true
He's pushing me to give.
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