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He waits for me in silence, No judgment in his eyes; I shudder in his presence To his soul’s anointing cries. His arms around my back I am protected from it all; Every snap, every crack Of the whip at Satan’s call. The demons dance around, Sowing doubt and taunting: “True love you haven’t found!” Their voices low and haunting. But his hands cover my ears, As his lips caress my own; And never could I doubt The love that he has shown. |
This piece is really lovely, it can be as a person or as to going to God... To me strikes me as talking about going to a savior, someone that I view as God-like but the ending verse shows that he is human, as I am. Its really a pleasure to log in and realise that you have posted a couple of new pieces. I still love your work! | Posted on 2009-01-18 00:00:00 | by rubymoon | [ Reply to This ] | |