The truth
I keep myself busy
Running away from the reality
Of all this pain
Pain that could easily be washed away
By calling on your Name
By letting You take over
So You can put things in place
I just seem to be making a
Bigger mess of it all
Attempt after attempt
Only to fall
Yet again
-Tootsie
Rachel 11:39 pm on October 22, 2010 Permalink |
What is it that stops us then? Is it our pride. Once again great little short poem.