I look at you and my heart breaks because
you don't even see your mistake, and I
wonder how many does it take?
Your life is slowly spiraling out of control,
but Jesus is there holding out his hand, if only
you would take it, he would make you whole.
Why can't you see, why don't you understand?
You cannot live without those nail scarred hands!
How many does it take before from your
drunken state you finally awake?
That is all I want to say dear. Please
forgive me as I wipe away my tears.
I love you so much my heart aches!
Oh please tell me how many does it take?
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Poetry From The Heart
PoesíaA collection of poems, some will make you cry, some will make you laugh, some will make you you think, or just cause you to smile, but all come from my heart, eventually finding their way to yours.
