Poems – The Adventures of Navish

If

But only if I hadn’t moved
If I had sat down with God, be patient and faithful.

Punch a rough wall with thorns, Feel the pain, Let your fingers bleed As the roughness bruises your hand the thorns pierce you Digging deeper into your vessels It’s like injecting poison Into your very own mind It’s deadly, yet you do it

From the deepest part of my heart

And from the deepest part of my heart,
I’ll sing praise to you, oh Lord

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The Adventures of Navish

Tag: Poems

If

Anger

From the deepest part of my heart