Another Product of Boredom and Reflective Mood.
Bare Hands
I lie awake, the moon hath come
The shimmering light hath ruled the dome
The words escape as my hand writes
I chase a dream of winning a fight
My eyes dart down and soon they sought
The battle scars the thorn had brought
Looked at a face, my mind explodes
I shout out loud, "Why such a load?"
I rest my head and closed my eyes
And through a dream, He sought my cries
He told me, "Child, you see the sand?
Go write your pains with your bare hands."
As my hand glided through the sand
My tears fell down upon my hand
When I was done, I heard again
A voice called out from the heavens
"I've seen you cry, I know your fears
Thou shalt not worry, I am here
Now all your pains are written on sand
Watch me work with my bare hands."
Before my eyes, a great big wave
Had washed the shore, and I was saved
My fears on sand had disappeared
I knelt in prayer and shed a tear
A gush of wind so great it seemed
Had swooped on me on that one dream
When I awoke, I saw the sun
And I thanked Him for what He's done
"All I wanted was see your face
You gave me more, a Dad's embrace
You let me write my fears on sand
Then washed them away with your bare hands."
