Footprint Of The Saints Poem by Antonio Liao

Footprint of the Saints - Poem by Antonio Liao
sole to speak thou nothing makes mistake,
in a gruesome dark wish to go
willing to step
even others dare to go, words kept on waiting
for even the brave have to pray.

dress on common, sweat in array
neither the voice hear nor the melody creates
great fantasy,
for the heart rings the belly has to lay

bring all the cymbals feel the glorious
day, the hour have gone waiting
every sacred moment of trust and blessing
of hope

oh! language of faith shadow with honor and bane
lurk to find, dusk to receive
nothing to compare, love to care nourish
as it grow, ascended just to go
for the lap that goes linger the hands that give

I may stay had hold me my rosary and cut
my fingers off, my
lost have become my pain and my knees wore my lips
such dreadful lust calling me back
to my faith, where each sight have step me forward
for a return

feel me oh! Lord thy God as you watch me falling
down my knee, save my droplet of moist in your
mercy and compassion,
as you never return to punish sinner, the night
have started to fall and the sky
seems to dark

lead me Dear FATHER in heaven and retrieve my pain...