Lord, save me. Gripping sorrow Blinds me. I stumble pathless, lost, Bewildered, buffeted, storm-tossed. Mother Mary, carve some hollow for My aching heart, so I can see.
Wrung, remorseful, aching, Blame eats my bones--where find you, Lord, Within this deep’ning wound? Mother Mary, carve some hollow for My aching heart, so I can heal.
I lie upon a knife of my own making, Etched by accusation. My only hope your cross. Mother Mary, carve some hollow for My aching heart, so I can trust.
Carve the hollow where I hide within His Heart. He heals us by his wounds. Mother Mary, Be my companion In the dark, until the dead arise And empty be the tomb.
So beautiful and raw. I love this poem. You are a wonderful writer, songstress, and person. I’m blessed to know you. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world.
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So beautiful and raw. I love this poem. You are a wonderful writer, songstress, and person. I’m blessed to know you. Thank you for sharing yourself with the world.
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