Friday, December 23, 2011


Of all the things I'm dreaming of,
Why am I running from this love
That binds my heart to Yours?
I go away and then I weep
For petty things I could not keep
Instead of what endures.

I know it's crazy, know it's true
All of these things I've done to You,
And yet, You love me still.
Why do I want to run away
And leave You for some other day
While other "loves" just kill?

And when I'm down, and times are tough,
I feel Your love is not enough
To help me make it through;
But doubts like that just go to show
How much of You I do not know––
I just don't have a clue.

(July 2011)

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