Pain on Wandering Wednesday

red rose, flower in a vase, single rose

The Pain

 

Abba Father I cry to you

From this pain I am so blue

It hurts so bad, it’s hard to stand

Please take and hold my hand

Take me and hold me tenderly

Its so hard to be friendly

When the pain is blinding

In hate, myself I am finding

Its hard to care and not to swear

To have more mercy I can barely dare

Ease it away take it far

From this trial I will surely scar

 

 

 

On the days when I am moody and my temper is short because I am in pain, I try really hard not to take it out on anybody.
I photo shopped a picture of a rose to make it look like I drew it. What do you think?
 

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