How do you make the choice
my Father, tell me of times you fell.

Show me the times the strength you held,
the moments you stood all alone.

How do you bleed the world away,
and bless another day.

Is there life enough,
are hearts ever filled,
do souls linger and wish.

Will you come back and stand,
I think souls often do,
never to leave us alone.

I stand at your side,
imagine through your eyes.

Copyright Vincent ... [2004-04-10

"Grace always pours from a closing wound"