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I wish I could sing triumphant hymns all day
Yet I still sing you a whispered song of your grace.
I wish I could run on the top of the highest mountains
Though now I have to drag my feet through this mud in the valley.
I wish I could present you a brand new heart
But it’s all stained and chopped.
I wish I could look into your eyes and see you smile
But I can’t raise my eyes to see your face, your wounds….
I wish I would not make you cry any longer
Yet I hurt you so many times with my failures.
I wish I could live the life you want for me
But I find no way out of this life that I live,
I wish I could have your strength in me
I wish I could raise clean hands to you
Still, I need to lift them, yet unclean, to beg for your mercies.
I wish I could shout to the top of my lungs
I LOVE YOU.
But I can’t.
I really can't.
© Sabina Rosca
Still... I wish I could. |
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