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As early as the dark of
womb
I started swimming for the
light,
Leaving things more than
scary
And tell-tale drops behind
On the slick delivery-room
tile.
When bigguns in stalls hid
To put me in wet toilet
holes,
I mad dashed for the light,
Leaving yellow drips behind
Out the boys' bathroom door.
My first Dear John took my
air
And for my next very breath
I walked the city of self-pity,
Lost and wanting to be found,
Leaving behind a trail of
tears.
That's when I began to paint,
Journeys all from dark to
light
I could muster with but
a brush,
But in the bottom corner
left
My runs I found still had
legs.
It wasn't until dark Calvary
The light for me did shine,
I could still see clear
as day
Spattered on the dusty rocks,
The blood Jesus left behind.
Hebrews 9:14 |
