Love: The Hand Scarred For Me
You woke me from the terror of my nightmares,
said I was worth your time, your pain, your cross.
You didn’t shy away from my stains
From the sorrow I could not repay.
You awoke my desire
A fire for something
Holding out my scarred hands
Lightening another soul’s nightmare.
Simple, beautiful 🙂
Amen, my friend.