The melody in my heart turns discordant
My tears freeze midway down my cheeks
To my flesh I've now become a servant
And my mind with immense sorrow, leaks.
Pain is a constant visitor
In this damned body of mine
Guilt, ever so sinister
Charges me a heavy fine
Anxieties like large, flesh-eating termites
Crawl up my every opening
Feasting greedily on my insides
Dear Lord, what is happening?!
Must I stay like this forever...
Dining with images of my fears?
Must I, Oh Abba, again shiver
At the memories of past years?
NO!
Do not let go...
Hand me back my sanity
And save me from this death i'm locked in
For I am trapped
Trapped
... in my own body
I agree, not just trapped in the body but in a world of guilt, fear and sorrow.
ReplyDeleteTrue...the world itself is a snare. God help us all.
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