Tuesday, March 9, 2010
A Heart in Tatters
Anywhere I go, my heart gets beaten up.
Anywhere I run, my battered heart can't find refuge.
Like a damaged ship seeking an intermediary port, I wander. But, I find none. At this point in my voyage, all such docks have gone.
Only in You will I find rest..
Father, please pull me out..:)
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