With both hands grabbing the sinning nettle
Spikes taking hold, infecting with poison
Swelling, itching, searing pain, I carry on, brave and defiant
Grabbing, infecting, swelling, itching, pain, I carry on
Too much! It’s too much!
Time, mass of ugly, itchy sores
Venom, acid, scratching, blood
Relief? Pride aside! I need relief!
Crawling on the floor, I look, I look
That plant, that healing plant they told me of
The Son of God is in the dock leaf!
The Son of God is in the dock leaf!
Where is He?
Where can I find Him?
Bitter tears. Unbearable grief!
Sounds like a victim of fanatics.
ReplyDeleteA Bunyan-esque victim of sin
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