Oh, the scars I have run deep so deep they make me weep. I keep them hidden inside for showing weakness will surely spoil my pride.
I carried them most of my life for showing them cuts like a knife, and that is why I hide the pain I feel inside.
How long can this go on, it pulls at my heart like a song. I cover them with anger not meaning to hurt or danger. Sometimes I can't control this pain I hate the most.
I pray to Christ for help because he knows my yelp the most.
Jesus Christ is my Savior but I feel I can't ask him for this small favor. I have chosen to run this course knowing without Christ its like a race without a horse. I truly want to let go but I am afraid my tears can't keep up with the flow. I want to scream out loud Oh Christ I need you now!
For I know who sacrificed all, so that man kind could once again stand tall. In the end I will see the true face of his love, glory and grace.
I know the day is coming when I will bow down before the King and that day he will ask why you chose to do such a silly thing?
At that time it won't matter to me what I did or didn't in the past, as much as it means to me that I made it to here, 'HEAVEN AT LAST.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wise words, Billy. Thanks for sharing Peace