Saturday, August 2, 2014

No Anchor

Like a ship in a whirpool
Having no anchor
A mystery I have found
I beg for the answer
What is the point of existence
Without some holy ground
I am alone with my thoughts
While the world pulses
Pulls me down
Sinking beneath the waves
Reaching up to be saved
My flesh watches me drown
And I am alone
Without my cloak of flesh
Possessing only hope
For redemption
Healing
Come take me
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