THE PAINA Poem by jason cushthe cure of spiritual painThe pain is coming, I can't take it any more The pain is coming, and I know what's in store My head, it feels much tighter, why why why? All I want to do is cry, cry, cry...but the tears won't not come
The time must come for all this hell to end There must be a way, there has to be a solution Depression comes, I'm falling down, down, down Darkness desends apon me, like a diabolical crown
But no this can't go on- I've come too far The power, the wonder, the glory is lifting me I can't resist, the light is much too strong He will turn around all that I've done wrong
The light is all around him, he call me by my name Now can see him, he is always same He offers his hand to meet me, he has come to save my soul As I look apon his out-stretched, hand, in the midst I see that sacrificial hole
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Added on June 2, 2008 Authorjason cushSuffolk, United KingdomAboutI have only been writing for about 10 years. I do not think I am very good but have learned to enjoy it. I only write short stories at the moment, but have some ideas for a novel. more.. |