I found you there in lines of ink
...a wounded thing on a dead end street,
All the while, I felt the pain
...frigid water, this ending game.
Who am I, repeating words
...it doesn't heal, it only hurts,
I rip each page from the binding place
...little pieces right into the waste.
A moment you pulled me under
...that grip of fear that hungry anger,
Until I knew this wasn't me
...no longer yours, I've been set free.
My life's now in my Savior's arms
...He's moved me past the barbs of harm,
Like one granted second chance
...my heart now captured by HIS glance.
- Written by Nickie Farley
