The Enemy

by Joanna Misponas   Feb 14, 2008


I am sitting in a dark place
and i see your face glowing
my heart starts to race
as your soul comes to wards me

Your breath becomes a chase
every time the wind is blowing
you tell me crying wont solve the case
and that there is more in life than He

I knell down and try to say grace
but the image of your face is still showing
i try to run then i look down at my lace
i then look up and i feel you grabbing me

My tears are coming down my face
and now i'm worshipping and bowing
my heart stops to race
for your soul is within me.

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