Tuesday, February 15, 2011
In broken, beaten words and sobs
I bring you all I am.
One heart, two hands, one weakened voice
A poor, disheveled lamb.
Life has left its livid scars
And love left naught but pain.
The sun is hidden, wrapped and cloaked
In endless, drenching rain.
But still I cry, before the world
That tries to bury me.
And still I stand and still I raise
My arms in praise to Thee.
And though, Lord, I exalt You
Through one thousand streaming tears.
I will sing in adoration
For the next one thousand years.