Don’t ask me to take away
The hurt your heart is feeling;
You will understand someday
That the pain is the healing.
Cry, let the tears flow freely,
But know they are fleeting.
I’ll hold you through this valley;
Let the pain be the healing.
Remember, dear one, the day
On the cross I was hanging;
I suffered and bled, to pay
The pain to be your healing.
So when this ache soon becomes
A memory less rending,
Find peace because you succumbed
To the pain that was healing.
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someone’s being a prolific poet these Christmas holidays…
who?? hehe. somehow poems are better company than prose during certain moments of melancholia. merry christmas pas! miss u here in davao.
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aww.. this is soo nice.
thanks, liz… 🙂