All my dreams have flown away. . .
Not a single one survived this day.
Ripped and torn and on the floor.
Lost and gone forevermore.
Scattered in the wind of the slamming door.
Broken shattered bits of glass,
Something lost that I thought would last.
Something precious I sought to grasp.
O Lord please grant me the grace . . .
To surrender hurt and anger
And choose forgiveness in it's place.
If you're gonna call it love. . .
it should be forever. . .
© 2020 PH