A poem about someone finding God
As I cry and my vision blurs from my eyes,
I ask myself: "Why am I so unwise?"
I fall to God and beg and plead.
I've begged so much, that my knees bleed.
I've grown tired and can't weep,
So I take the knife and dig deep.
I stop and pray at full speed.
God heals me, so I don't bleed.
I've found God, he knows me!
Finally, my soul is set free.
I'm saved forever, so I don't weep.
I put the knife down, no need to dig deep.
I do not cry, I do not fear,
because my one and only Savior is here.
God is here, and he's all that I need.
I will not cry, I will not bleed.