Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Prayer

Down on my knees, face first in the dirt

My heart in my hands,

My eyes clouded by hurt

I whisper my prayers as they bleed through my teeth

Lord O Lord

Prepare me for the day which we meet.

My sins are pushing against my skin,

It prickles where the lies, the scars have once been.

Rain falls on me, my body throbs, sore

there ain't no room for my soul no more.

I vomit black blood,

watching the rivers run through the grass

Mercy, mercy is all I ask.

Breasts lifted towards You, gasping for air

choking on the men

who have once touched me there.

Shackled to my hate, the chains tighten around my throat

My tears mix with the dirt,

I cling steadfast to the last of Hope.

Lord O Lord

I'm so very broken,

so much pain left unspoken.

My desire to destroy and consume,

to that I succumbed.

I vomit my regret

watching the many spill over

Forgiveness is all I ask from You, my Savior.