Stones and Broken Bones

Slamming Shattering Shaking Whole body- Screaming. Do not wake me I'm only sleeping. Do not shake me Let me keep dreaming. Hard fingers Carve bones into my hair The slam and chatter of flesh and bone Bone is not as hard as stone. I am not as hard as stone Except on the inside. This abuse is not physical One might call it whimsical Save for the times when It has you sprawled in the dirt crying Wishing you were dying. I'd give anything to die that day So I couldn't screw up what You gave. I guess it all comes down to faith- No matter what I feel. The sand I ate scrapes my throat raw. But I cannot forget Your law- Or all the warnings You gave. You instructed me from beyond the grave- And think about this really, That you would love someone like me. Me, silly-sin-sick me All flames and pouring broken bones. That You would turn my heart of stone Into flesh. Yes stone is harder than bone, But You did not batter bones, You broke my heart on the Stone, That shatters those who won't Surrender.