The wind whistles through the trees,
As i take to my knees.
Tears flow down my face,
As i feel my own disgrace.
my body shakes with silent cries,
As my failures pass me by.
i feel my soul ripped apart,
As i cry with grieving heart.
Then a hand rests on my head,
And i feel my heart, lift instead.
The comfort of His soothing touch,
Hits me like a sucker punch.
i feel the pain fading fast,
As i feel His touch at least.
i disapponted Him, i know;
But with this lesson i will grow.
Falling on my face before Him,
i wait with hope's light dim.
Putting my heart, my very soul,
Under His control.
i sigh with relief,
And let go of my grief.
As His arms wrap around me,
And bring me to His knee.
i cuddle into His embrace,
While in His neck i hide my face.
i gently whisper, "i am sorry,
To have caused You pain and worry."
i feel His hand on my back.
He whispers, "Little one, you have the knack,
For bringing Me joy and pain.
A lesser Man you'd drive insane.
But as I am strong and true,
I will always rescue you.
Wether from yourself or others,
We have the bond of lovers.
Lean on Me, and feel My strength.
Learn from your mistake.
I will always lead you on,
As My collar you have donned."
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