She rolled out of bed, and stumbled our of her room
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She ate her breakfast, and caught the bus
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She went to class, and pretended to listen
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She talked and laughed, surrounded by others
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She ate a meal, and pretended to pray
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She went out with her friends, and felt just as lonely
A single tear rolled down her cheek
They told her Jesus could fill her
A single tear rolled down His cheek.
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2 comments:
You're waxing very poetic lately. If these are originals, I commend you. I was always jealous of people who could actually express themselves in poetry. sigh.....
Hartley
dear amy:
your poetical thoughts surprise me, and yet they don't at the same time. perhaps you are just too humbly secretive about your many talents. i wish you would post more. you should come visit me.
love bethany.
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