Broken heart
Broken tears
Broken
My world is broken
Broken dreams
Full of fears
Broken
Without hope it seems
Dig Your fingers into the miry clay
Pick up the pieces
Broken pieces
Pick me up I pray
Am I still in Your grip
Is Your right hand stretched out
To catch me as I slip
Sometimes I want to give up
Reaching up towards my home
Where there's no confusion &
I belong
So rescue me
pick me up
Keep Your promise
change my heart
JE LEEST
Disillusioned: Poetry Collection
PoesíaA smattering of my poetry, old and new. Be warned, they're dark, raw, real, emotional, spiritual, biased, prejudiced, horrid, and most of all disillusioned. Enter if you dare. Copyright © 2014 by Joy Cronjé All rights reserved. No part of this book...
