Words of The Lamb

Hell is where my heart lay
———-The storm
And tears
Were my new home

Slowly
I drifted to eternal
———–Rage

Until nothing could be felt
Beneath my bone.

As I cry
slowly, surely
I don’t know how

I felt someone sitting down.

He wept beside me
not a single word,
I turned to see a beaten Lord.

Blood and tears, and yet a crown
Clothed in stripes and a gown.

He cradled me
Held me
Wept and sobbed

A new–found friend
who knows my pain
and in His sorrow I was saved.

Not perfect
not quick
and still not yet,

But my sweet new friend
walks me out of Hell.