M
ma, reading Dave's TDQ
Guest
we burrow out from life's weight thrust upon us
weakened and crawling on knees that are scraped
our eyes on the One who carried His cross
up that hill known as Calvary
with broken nails, bloodied fingertips
we reach for His nail-scared hands
dawn breaks through our darkened horizons
strength floods our souls as we rise once again
Regwah, I'm flattered you would think so; no, this is my own pen.
weakened and crawling on knees that are scraped
our eyes on the One who carried His cross
up that hill known as Calvary
with broken nails, bloodied fingertips
we reach for His nail-scared hands
dawn breaks through our darkened horizons
strength floods our souls as we rise once again
Regwah, I'm flattered you would think so; no, this is my own pen.