At least
what You gave
is what I should return.
Let me ponder on that-
I'm busy standing in Your way.
You want to move,
but strangely I'm blind
to where You are going
and You find me butting heads
with Your will.
a brief, "I'm sorry",
courtesy with a common brush,
and like a great God You are,
desending like clean sheets
on a blood soaked bed,
that ol cross covers errors
I'd rather not admit.
Cause it's shame I write to You about,
it's guilt that convicts.
It's love that moves me.
You move me.
I've no choice
but to let You though.
You deserve
at least some breathing room
to work Your miracles.
Author notes
"You Deserve", as per contest rules
A contest entry
- 50 songs for all you music lovers by miss-princess.
400 points, ended October 16, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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great poem good luck in the contest
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Perhaps the miracle is for you... -
But Why!?!
Wow! I love this one!! And yet miracle still perplexing. This illustrates so well...the human will.
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