The Maker’s Me
The Maker’s Me
Am i the only one
that wakes up to me
The me that i see
i don’t want to be
No matter how far I run
Or where I hide
can't shake this me
That haunts me inside
It’s a me with new wrinkles
It’s a me with such shame
It’s a me that can’t see
Any worth in my name
I am what i eat
As i chew on such lies
I feast on the beast
That stares in these eyes
Where did me go
The one that i liked
The one who had fun
Full of hope and delight
Did i drown him in crap
These mistakes that i made
It’s the shit that just sits
As i hide in the shade
Covered in darkness
This me wants to stare
At a past that won’t last
Yet it holds me right there
There
Where is there
this quicksand of death
How did i arrive
And is this my last breath
With this last breath
I choose to hold
To a voice i can’t see
But who’s call is so bold
Where did it come from
This voice growing loud
How did it see me
Out here in this cloud
Suddenly a single word
Pulls me into the light
A word not deserved
But full of delight
How could he mean me
With this word full of care
Full of hope and such love
That it drowns my despair
He simply says
COME
Over and over again
He acts like he knows me
He acts like a friend
I make a step towards him
As light fills the space
No mistakes can hold weight
His eyes filled with grace
My maker made me
The one i can’t see
Yet his reflection is where
That me seems to be
Inside his presence
My me
seems to thrive
Cause my maker never meant
For me just to survive
He offers his son
A king’s ransom in blood
A friend in the pain
My lift from this mud
he draws me close
To his fatherly frame
My me forever changed
When he whispers my name
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Matt Francis
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