Scribbling in my notebook #3
Burning
Beneath a chariot of fire
Who am I,
To deserve what I aspire?
Unready
Meeting, we part,
Dying, we live,
Unyeilded
To be forgiven
And to forgive
To suffer is to learn
But why have I grown so cold?
Unworthy
Of the basest human gifts.
Amen.
--Date unknown
Beneath a chariot of fire
Who am I,
To deserve what I aspire?
Unready
Meeting, we part,
Dying, we live,
Unyeilded
To be forgiven
And to forgive
To suffer is to learn
But why have I grown so cold?
Unworthy
Of the basest human gifts.
Amen.
--Date unknown
