Poetry

Back Stage

Words spoken
Of tales olden
Thoughts chasing
Heart racing
History making
Hands ticking
Memories clicking
People leaving
Tears ceasing
It's too late
You can't fake
For your sake
I will break
Screaming
Bleeding
Heart of stone
Knock on my door
Give it a try
Even if it's a lie
Hinges creaking
Light is peeking
His face is gleaming
I break down weeping
He says it's okay
All my fears fade
Rocked in His arms
Hammock in a barn
No more scores
I'm all Yours
Finally home
My hope is found in Him alone