God strip me of make up and colors
God strip me of nutrients and food
God strip me of lessons and struggles
God strip me of dwelling and mood
Would you take me in the dark?
In wordly ugliness, would you see my spark?
Would you kiss me and hold me tight?
In this form raise me with might?
God see my scars, lash the unkind
Nest me in your wings
String me Thy golden rings
Would you give justice for the crucified?
Would you give justice for the poor?
Would you give justice for the orphans?
Bad life, ill deeds you'd scour
Bright Light in the darkest corners
You, my GOD are my refuge
I am bare, my GOD embrace me now,
Let heaven tell, my cup deluge.
rosalinda flores - martinez
8.45pm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem