Biting The Nails

It is a bad habit and one I have fought with for years. Now it seems like I harvest the finger nails only to bite them back down later. You see, I bite the nails during trouble times and when I am enjoying the times they grow. So what I am trying to do to kick the habit is to live more gloriously, to walk by faith, to trust in the Lord. When things are going right I don’t bite

 

Biting The Nails

 

Bad day, troubled, what was I to do

I only felt comforted when I thought of you

Those days together before the boat cruise

I was overwhelmed with your offers and could never refuse

Now you are gone, you are far away

Got no way of seeing you today

 

The times are full of unrelenting pain

Hot during the days and the night thunder and rain

Excitement has been a stranger to me

 

No more embraces or kisses no more singing in glee

All the pondering and hoping and lost in thought

I’m slave by the preponderance of things that are naught

Like the futile, the hopeless, deadened trails

So here I sit lost in failure Biting The Nails

 

 

 

 


 

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