Take My HandA Poem by underwriterRiddled with pain I call Your name, When can I win this game? My life is torn and brought You shame Sin as visible as the tail of nine cats, Brought down on Him like a cane. “Take My hand.”
Malevolent torture consumes my being If only it were leaving! Pain is constantly conceiving If only I kept believing! “Take My hand.”
Why won’t you listen? I call to you, but nothing! Is there something that I am missing?! Just please LORD, give me something! “Take My hand.”
Frustrated and torn, my pain grows deeper Maybe I should call the reaper? Contemplate becoming a leaper… Or…maybe…just maybe, my life is a keeper?!
“My child, you called, I answered. Long ago, as you requistioned. My child it was you who did not believe Did not trust in me. Refused to see. My hand has been long outstretched. It has not been a gruesome test. I love you still my child. My love is amaranthine and paradisiacal. You just need to learn to let go. And simply let me. My sweetest child Take My hand and let Me.” By underwriter 2/1/2011 © 2011 underwriterFeatured Review
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Added on January 2, 2011Last Updated on January 26, 2011 AuthorunderwriterSalisbury, United KingdomAbout**TEMPORARY, sorry but i am stopping my read requests for a little bit, as i have alot on my metaphorical plate at the minuite. i will get round to reading the requests already sent. but please be pat.. more..Writing
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