My heart, my cry
My cross so light
Is heavier than rough stone.
I walk in fear
From day so bright
And find myself alone.
I reach for peace
And grasp the air
Where is my Love so dear?
I've run from Him -
I seem to care
But only in my fear.

05/30/2002

Posted on 05/30/2002
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