Thursday, 9 February 2012

I lift up a song of Praise

Austerity dips me, soaks me
Skin wet like baptism
And I can't nip, helpless
I'm that single finger sticking out
In the middle of a valley
Down and depressed I feel
Yes deep, not deeply sinking
deeply within reproach discouragement
digging, pulling out
cold feet, heart frets
Eyes blinking, I dwindle
But down in the midst of mist
I got a song of praise
You're my creator, maker of life
If I don't hallow you,
I'm only going hollow
If I revile in the heat of wane
I'm only going to vaporize
So I figure, my heartfelt praise
Gratitude, comes in my coldest moment

No comments:

Post a Comment

Please leave your comment here. Thanks.