on that beach..
exhausted.. stunned.. guiltily..
HE share the bread, HE share the fish
break the feast but not on edge
it was a moist in eyes of mine
it was a sad in heart of mine
it was a grieve for HE said the third time,
lovest thou me?
some part of me was broken
but as a whole HE wants restore me
“Lord, thou knowest that I love thee.”
though thousands ‘notwithstanding’ behind
me and God
on that beach
HE trust me and said..
“Feed my sheep”