The ground I keep

Look to the front I cannot see clearly.

Look down can see between my toes yet  cannot see the ground which I stand upon.

I bleed, but my blood is another form of dirt.

The soil which I eat will take its claim.

Death’s weight is yes or no.

If love could be measured is this the love I seek?

If true love I seek isn’t hell the first place I would go?

Through great pain and sorrow I am tenderly loved.

A bed of coal I shall wait in.

Every step of anguish is closer to my God.

Every tear drop is path way home.

Every lost is where I can be found.

So I look to you Jesus.

You are my joy.

You are only place left to go.

I love you, and this is worth it.