Lord, capture my thoughts and make them yours. I am not for sale, my will is not your best for me. May I never be casual about what you have called me to no matter how tired I get.
Soul Wishes
Illusion wakes me
A blue teardrop of sadness falls unnoticed
Disappointment hangs across my shoulders
Secrets nailed to a cross
A thin white veil
My heart cracking slowly with each breath
Shattered fragments of a dream
Wash away with the blood
A sacrifice for a real promise
You vanish so carefully
Not perfect, seemingly innocent
Time fades into the night
So short, meaningless
My spirit against the world
Caught, unsure, twisting, wavering
In a struggle
Darkness waits
16/12/01
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