midsomer

i've been round the world
just a couple of times
seen heartache and beauty
even witnessed some crimes
my back has been pierced
by a trusted friend's blade
and try as i might
the memory's stayed
seventy times seven
so noble and grand
but hard to walk out
as if i had planned
when words burn like ice
in the hot sleepless night
i think of what's next
if i'm ready to fight
can my heart still believe
as i step on in grace
that love covers all
with a peace from His face
i know what it cost
my own sin and wrong
so i choose Him each stumble
in His strength i am strong