Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,
“Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
he will come to save you.”
every step I take towards You
strips off another piece of what I am.
the distance I've covered so far
strewn with the things I tried to hold on to
but in the end could not
deep down I knew I couldn't bring any of that with me
because there's no way I could reach out and grab your hand if my hands were already full.
now there's nothing I hold onto
and now, wait.
the snow is starting to fall
No comments:
Post a Comment