no more secrets do i keep. <br />can't hide anymore. <br />no lower can i go. <br />for there's nothing below the floor. <br /> <br />There's only room to rise <br />stretch my arms and touch the skies. <br />kiss the rainbows above my head. <br />Earth my pillow-a cloud my bed. <br />Look out my window and see space. <br />Thank God for His love and unending grace. <br />Give His love a chance to bloom <br />And rid myself of all this gloom. <br />My face shall shine like the sun <br />Because my battle is over and done. <br />I've gained my strength <br />Risen higher than the birds, <br />And for my dear Father <br />I have one word... <br />Thankyou.<br /><br />Laura Strom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thankyou-3/
