Friday, April 4, 2008

T's and Q's for You

The things we know
The seeds we sow
In hope that spring comes soon

I stand high as I can
I know who I am
But times on my own
Get hard all alone
I need you here to be
That growing strength in me
For I am a rock
Rolling up
On His mountain

The things that we know
Things that don’t matter
I see with new eyes
A sun is blossoming inside

And all I desire
Is to rise
Rise
Rise
To meet that morning.



2 comments:

Braden said...

i love this poem! i found your blog on facebook and thought that i'd chek it out!

little mrs w said...

Aww Thanks Braden :D

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