Somewhere deep inside myself
There lies a festering wound
Planted there an age ago
As if I was harpooned
I do not know what caused the pain
That still remains within
But I must give it to my Lord
Surrender it to Him.
It seems that I've been motivated
By this unseen force
And though I know perfection lacks
I let it run it's course
Afraid to delve too deeply
Into the scary past
I must invite my Jesus in
And nail it to the mast.
