Barren Memories - Copyright (C) 9/28/08 by Dan Sharpe
My heart's like a desert,
parched and barren,
unwatered by the rains of your love.
Each time you return to me bruised and battered,
I wash your feet and clean your scars
with my heart's last tears.
And as you run from me,
pursuing the next author of your pain,
God wraps me in His arms,
washes my feet and cleans my scars,
and breathes His poem into my heart anew,
see, He loves me, like I love you.