Love is Lonely


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Some one close to me
Hurt my feelings and hurt me.
It was as if the cane I rely on
Beat me, on and on.
My nurse, because of strife
Plunged in me a knife.
Now it is stuck in me
O why me, why me?
If I take it out
I might spout
My life blood all over
And color red on the clover.
If I leave it in
It hurts within.
O why, Oh why
Under any sky
Would anyone hurt me so,
I don’t know.
But dear God
On earth, hold my bod
I will rest in your grace
While you give me time and space
To know we really live
When we forgive