Poems from Zachary Harris
That old country I used to know
I used to observe the sunrise
and the early glow
I knew the day and the night
I stayed awake
And observed...
I am just a splinter in His flesh
As His blood trickles out, I help His death
I am just a nail pinning Him
Keeping Him from life's lovely...
Oh how I fail and how I falter
Before God, I come to the alter
depraved such a man
that is me I am here
Look at my sin
taste my fear
For...
Here we tread
A line so clever
We walk we grow
We reap and sow
Ready your pen, I have the ink
And I think this cup to drink
Shall...
How can I trust
I am just a speck
A splinter of dust
And the winds of change blow
For my worried heart to grow
How can I trust
I am so...