Pondering what I should be, or not,
Perplexing, twisting, fighting a lot.
Staring out and all around,
Sometimes staring from the ground.
My eyes happen to see,
A remnant from a giant tree.
The depth of love I can’t explain,
But my mind returns to it again and again.
On a cross between two truly guilty men
Your heart crying out for release but then,
Your work was finished, our lives to enjoy
With freedom from Satan’s ploy.