Let Me Cry.
Lord I come to you with a heavy burdenit's weight has me on my knees,
For dear God,
I found the doors to inner strength and
comfort,
But I do not have the keys.
Let me cry let me vent
let my sorrow create
a picture to give to you,
Let me cry and cry dear God,
I need to cry out the darkness
so again my heart can be blue.
The people around me haven't an idea
what shattering has taken place,
In my room, I am watching this budding flower
die,
Alone I curl up and cry,
Lord I can feel your hand
wiping the tears from my face...
My thanks to God for all he has done for me and for all he has been to me,
For his love and continued comforting touch that I feel on my shoulder
every day...
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-11 at 12:16
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