You thought you're strong
But then came the storm
Can't figure what's wrong
You just lost that basic form
Which sings the praising song
You were quickly broken down
Lost, and never been found
In the ocean that sinks and drown
Out! Your most sincere inner sound
Face down
Out of a sudden came Thee
With a notion of comforting love
Won't you agree
It's like a peaceful dove
Gently puts you to your knee
Sorry, you said
And forgive me, Father
Even with all that has bled
Nobody has loved you more than ever
Come, to the Father
- "Face Down," written Sunday, a mellow afternoon with a touch of drizzling rain.
