Waiting for the day
That I will be open to the fact
We all have to pay
For these things that distract
As I was Walking on Broken Glass
I felt heartless
Walking into a new class
Hoping it will bless
For the greater
Walking the line
Making my path straighter
Trying to make it all fine
Always running blind
Losing the path
God's grace we find
Short of his wrath
We are to fear
The Holy One
Held dear
Until we are done
That final day
The final test
That we will pay
With our rest
Walking on Broken Glass
Kerosene soaked on my skin
Waiting for it to pass
But I'm back in it again
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
