I Stay Hardly Touched

Crying because Christ made my heart so beautiful,
And I can now call that beauty a part of me,
Holiness found from the power of forgiveness.
Risen and unearthed from a betrayal from divinity.
God was my Teacher.
With the power of drops of love from within.
How the heat threatened to drain and take that from those knees,
Throwing itself around.
I hurt,
I can hardly see,
hardly hear,
I am hardly touched,
Was "kidnapped",
I give life.
Music now rocks me to sleep.
It's little baby.
Protected, escaped a greater decay.
It's often a fear,
So loud,
Wisdom, has everyone cashed in on?
A Sacrifice?
Forgetting to give a big enough portion to Me?
To Survive?
Thinking relationships and love holds some Skeleton Key?
Oh, how that day of Truth hurts and torments.
I got to go,
Let's check and see.
Nothing else Today, please.