I've been battered. I've been bruised.
I've been teased. I've been accused
of things I've done and things unsaid.
Barbed wire in a heart so dead.
I've stood my ground in victory.
I've limped away is misery.
I've been the bitter and tossed out scorned.
I've been full of life since I was born.
Friends do come, and friends do leave.
It seems as though we're taught to grieve
so that the heart hurts less each day.
To cry some tears and let it fade.
Sometimes the clocks are slow at best.
Each pounding second striking a new test.
Sometimes I pray for the Promised Land
and be held up by a circle of hands.
By a circle of hands, sweet Savior.
By a cirlce of hands, eternity deliver.
Hold me up by the grace of angels.
Hold me up, out of this web, untangle.
And I'll march right through to you
to show you the way and to come through
so that you will know His land
and be touched by the circle of hands.
But, there are some hearts that ever quell
that there's a light, that there's no Hell.
They'll wait and see their last Earthly night.
There will be darkness or there will be light.
©2001 Lori S. Maynard