MY COLD HEART

I am robbed of happiness

Each day turns sourer and bitter

No family no friend

A man with no fence

A cold world with cold stories

I am a cold person

Is there a reason why I live to see each morning?

Can the scriptures heal my doubts?

Is there any God?

I wonder

Can faith be bargained?

Many unanswered questions

Trust in shambles

Can a life without a past be a life?

Can a past without fumbles be a past?

They still look down on me

Do I have to wait till judgment day before I see Christ face to face?

I really want to ask HIM, what the price for each tear which dropped prematurely for HIS sake?

If the enemy really wants me to give up, there is nothing up there worth hoping for?

Never show me love through the flowers when I am dead and gone

Love I need not but faith I pray for

God I need a miracle