I thought I am always a warrior
I thought I will not need a savior
But when my heart hit the freezing cold
I realized that men also fold
When my soul sank in torrential rain
He'd wipe it with the glaze of His love
When life gets rued in pain
He'd say, "Come to me, I'll give you rest"
You are the rainbow to my blindness
You are the music to my deafness
You are the embrace to my skin
You are the one who fills me in
You're God, Father like no other
Jesus, begotten of the Father
Holy Spirit, sent as the Paraclete
One God in three divine persons
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The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)
