He’s the only one who sees
The scar that no one else can see
A secret that I hold so close
A hidden place inside myself
The scar that no one else can see
Wakes me from my pleasant dreams
A hidden place inside myself
A place of my Gethsemane
It wakes me from my pleasant dreams
The face that haunts my memories
A place of my Gethsemane
Where I am torn and used and broken
The face that haunts my memories
A secret that I hold so close
Where I am torn and used and broken
And He’s the only one who sees
The scar that no one else can see
Sweet Moments in Primary
5 years ago
4 comments:
Wow, Julia. This is truly amazing. Very well written.
i can see this turned into an efy-esque song! I really was thinking when I read it if it was a song. I say send it in to the ensign! :)
Wow! That made me cry. I love it!
Julia, you're amazing. I'm so glad you took this poetry class, cause you're going to have some very treasured ones. Beautiful.
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