Posted by rebellious one who plays in mud on January 08, 2001 at 04:52:55:
i lay
painted in my sin
stained
my head to the blade
shut inside myself
captured by self loathing
grasping with dirty fingers I hold it tight
it is all I think I have
but i am wrong time and time again
in my darkness he reminds me
the voice i often close my stubborn ears to
he is still there
his eyes
his forgiving eyes of love
i can never feel worthy enough to look into
like sun upon my back, my shoulders
he makes me golden again with his eternal kiss
no other love can compete with
like magic soap he cleanses me,
my father does
his soft kind hand upon my head
if only i would listen more often to him
if only i would trust and have faith in his path
not my crooked road of rebellion
he is the ultimate understanding parent
don't fight the medicine even though it
can taste nasty sometimes
it is good for you
take it and shut up...
God
the doctor that is ALWAYS IN
remember that...