Bringing me down to the depths of hell.
Scrounging around on the bottom of it,
Grasping and searching to escape this shit.
O searing thorn driven through my flesh,
Opening wounds and tightening my chest.
When will it end and let me be,
O God, my Lord, please help me see.
O painful Pain this is only a scratch,
Christ suffered much more on behalf of this wretch.
So onward I go, knowing only too well,
God's ransom's been paid to save me from hell.
by Hilary D'Elia
Wow - I get It!! Did you write this, Hilary? It is a horrible beautiful expression. I thank God for you whenever I think of you.
ReplyDeleteRuth Anne