Seasons A-Changing. Poem by Sandra jacks

Lord knows I'm no follower,
Lord knows I fight back,
But my Lord he knows,
that when it comes to him,
So many things I lack.

Lord knows my true heart,
that yearns for something more,
but that something more,
becomes nothing at all,
when I walk away from his,
opened door.

Lord knows that when a fighting chance comes,
the seasons a-changing,
and I won't fight back.

He knows the crimson steins,
that are impeded in my brains,
shall leave me,
and empty me of this,
violent path.