Life is fresh, but still falls deaf
With every ounce of wrong, we don't belong
Sweet and sour, bitter and tower
And Your love is for me
On songs we float like the swaying boat
Of everything, we'll laugh and sing
The sun may set, but it's not over yet
And Your love is for me
Fall fresh on me, wash away my plea
You hear my cry and hold me high
Above the trees and sinking leaves
And Your love is for me
I might fail, still chase the tail
Of the world's meaning, how oh so gleaming
But fake and fragile, it's nothing but vile
But Your love is for me
So sing a new praise, every second you trace
From behind your eyes of sore, leads the open door
I'm found and broken, still I'll praise with a mind open
And forever, Your love is for me
5/14/2009
For Me
Written by Unknown at 10:56 PM
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1 two cents' worth:
this poem is so...LOVELY
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