fear came knocking
it found me waiting
they call it skin cancer
i call it frustaiting
i’ve got things to do, you see
this is not how it’s suppose to be
there’s the downtrodden and tired
i long to offer good company
i’ve got things to do, i say!
and you’re getting in the way
souls to offer healing and music to play
you’ll just have to come another day
surrendering my mind, body and soul
is that the key?
well, take these old bones
and LORD have mercy
take these old bones
and set me free.
One thought on “These Old Bones”
Old bones? Ah the groaning for the day of redemption. Started as soon as we were born but now, we’re more aware aren’t we Jana? Old bones – yes, a reminder that He is coming. But you’re right, this skin cancer stuff gets in the way of productivity but in another way brings out the longing for things that really matter. I see that in your poem and in you.