Why Knot Design

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BROKEN  STONE


I remember fondly the day you called me home
Thinking I was whole when I was all alone
No need to feel when I turned myself to stone
You knocked on my door I opened and let you in


Yea you showed me many secrets
You got in and broke the stone
You came in and offered me bread
I said no thanks you can leave instead


Then you came back to me
When you found me on my knees
Calling out to someone you heard
You came back to break the stone


I was drowning in a puddle of tears
You touched me in a way that eased my fears
You found me guilt free in all my shame
Brought me in and took away the pain


Yea you showed me many secrets
You got in and broke the stone
You came in and offered me bread
I said no thanks you can stay instead


Oh lord it was you at my door
You came like a criminal
You came in like a lamb
You came to me with open hand


So I unlocked the door threw away the key
Ran naked in the mountains to set my spirit free
When I thought I was alone you were still there for me
Broken on the mountain I was no longer a stone


Yea you showed me many secrets
You got in and broke the stone
You came in and offered me bread
I said no thanks you can stay instead


Richard Joseph Yessian II  12/13/00