Tripod is at it again, check out our Jon Foreman cover:
The Cure For Pain
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 7, 2012
Sometimes I yell to hear the echo
Its muted voice
confirming my solitude.
Remaining silent,
I could deceive myself
But the stillness would likely smother me
So I yell.
Pronouncing my being,
both its pain and purpose.
Affirming my lungs.
The voice urges me homeward.
Turn to me and be gracious to me,
For I am lonely and afflicted.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
Bring me out of my distresses.
Psalm 25:16-17
From September, 2010.
Its muted voice
confirming my solitude.
Remaining silent,
I could deceive myself
But the stillness would likely smother me
So I yell.
Pronouncing my being,
both its pain and purpose.
Affirming my lungs.
The voice urges me homeward.
Turn to me and be gracious to me,
For I am lonely and afflicted.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged;
Bring me out of my distresses.
Psalm 25:16-17
From September, 2010.
Jan 4, 2012
Still dabbling in poetry
John 14:1
Let us consider that he may
not have been taller than my brother, nor stronger than
your father. The
heart is his battleground yet.
Be still, you of
troubled minds.
Believe.
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