My Heart is a Cave.
Dark, damp, black.
It seethes with Anger
As others pass by.
It allows itself to be alone
Yet blames others for it's
Loneliness.
My Brain is a Valley.
It despairs over Simple Nothings.
It fears what it should not
And hates who it should love.
It thinks what it should not
And takes it's pleasure from
The strife it creates.
My Soul is a Mountain.
It has distanced itself from life.
She hides as her counterparts fall
Deeper and deeper into their Hatred.
She cries tears that Peace may come.
That Mercy should rule her body once more.
That Love should be in Her once again.
My Saviour was God, as Man.
He heard my Soul's cry and
Saw my Heart and Brain's rebellion.
He so dearly loved my Soul that
He came and died so my Heart
Could know Love, and my Brain know
In itself Pure Thought.
Saved was I by the Son of God,
Who came for Me and My Soul.
Saved was I by the righteous Lamb,
Who died by the Sinner's hand.
