Sunday, 4 January 2015

my mistakes

Like a weaping willow I set out to cry
But all I could hear is silence
No tears rolled down these cheeks

I have tussled and I have tumbled
Now its time I got down right dirty
Because I have no use for a clean pair of hands

I have known it was coming for a while
You can call it my day of reconning
I guess there is a judgement day

Dear God please help me
For in the past few days I haven't forgotten
Though in the past couple of seconds I might have

I surrender myself to thee
Do unto thy what is just
But spare thee the heartache I am learning

A student of the world am I
I can never deny every lesson I learn
Though not all I am learning is a lesson

I look to thee and say these words
I know mistakes I have done
But will there ever be a day when it shall come undone

I am at fault and I take the blame
I shall right my wrong as is expected of me
For I am the creator of my words

05/02/14

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