Author Information
sunday rain
as tears mixed with rain
melted down my face
my hands stretched out forth
grasping tightly the wet leaves
and the scream of pain
the woods so bare
no one could hear
except myself, cold
my anger pierced loudly
for sin had burdened me
life at a glimpse
had me questioning sanity
it’s Satan’s fortress
I had bowed before it
but now in this wet withered woods
I bow before my King
in mercy
though I can’t feel Him close
I know He is there
as I continue to scream out this nonsense
that I let overtake me
I had never wept so bitterly
but now I find myself
safely back in Your arms
