Don't crucify

Don't crucify

You can't believe how I am yearning for your touch
For words anesthetic meaning in my wounded ego
For the assurance of your being in sorrow hour
Not only walking in the park soft grassy meadow

Don't crucify me for the minor sins
It does not help to move in right direction
I am strong but soft , the habit do everything myself
Engrained deeply in the psyche for lack of real man presence

There the learning process going on
Need to accept your stance around me
You want to assist , be hand of aid when fall
I have to use to change , feel something good around
Instead baptize me in love river , renewing wows
Don't crucify , don't crucify

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Jon Boe Paulsen