AN: Poetry and songwriting are some of my favorite things to do, even more than story-writing. I hope you enjoy these!
TORN ASUNDER
The shadow over me it lumbers
As I run, I'm torn asunder;
Plundering so daringly,
Help me, Lord, is my plea.
I'm falling farther, further down,
Away from Your eternal crown;
I realize now that I'm in need;
Help me, Lord, is my plea.
I'm broken, shaken, battered, worn,
Ravaged, pillaged, plundered, torn;
I didn't mean for this to be;
Help me, Lord, is my plea.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
Forgive me, Lord, O Holy One.
Sunlight burns into my eyes;
I gaze in wonder at bright blue skies.
I'm no longer chased, pursued;
You have rescued, ravished, wooed—
Oh my God, now I see
How You answered my pitiful plea.
Marvel, humans, at His might;
With Him, everything will be all right.
