I turn the pages of your Word,
Feeling the weight of it's knowledge and I wonder,
Do I really want to know?
Do I want to understand?
Or forever dive into the bliss of ignorance,
Where I can always say I don't know better.
But I know better,
Without trying I know,
Your words are written on my heart before it even started beating.
So it's natural for me to fear,
The knowledge of your Word when you have already thought me so much,
And I have already felt the responsibility of choices.
I turn the pages of your Word,
And you say,
That the fire was made for the devil and his angles,
And I feel it then,
I know,
That that fate was never meant to be mine,
If you had it your way we'd all be saved,
The fire isn't mine.
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Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)
PoetryPoetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...
