This poem was written by a friend of mine but he would like to hear your thoughts:
We all fall down in utter disgrace
But are saved by the hand that covers our face
Taken a bullet straight to the heart
But the matter of life is clearly an art.
Full of the pain that pushes you
down
But saved by the hand that makes you drown
Saved by the Saviour
Who feels like the traitor.
You live in a horrible town
But are saved by the hand that holds you down.
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I know it is pretty deep but please comment or e-mail your thoughts.
