ICE COLD WATER

I knew I was wrong.

But, I was just a little boy.

Steel myself against the pain inflicted,

Steel myself against the hurt.

You would not see my tears.

Turned my heart into ice-cold water

I knew I did wrong.

Not yet a teen and just a young boy,

But I would not let you see my pain.

I would not let you see my hurt.

You would not see my tears.

Turned my heart into ice-cold water.

Then I did no wrong.

I was a young man,

I cannot feel the pain.

Ice-cold water ran in my veins

And I could not feel glad or sad.

Did not give it any thought, I am afraid.

Then I did no wrong.

I was a fully-grown man,

Ice-cold water in my heart remained

I cannot feel any hurt,

Nor did I feel happy or blue.

I did not get help or know what to do.

Now I have done no wrong.

Upon my head are a few grey hairs,

Some ice-cold water is still there.

I seldom shed a tear,

Feel compassion or full of cheer.

All is set and nothing can be done.

Pride would not let me cry

Nor let me shed a tear.

Pride hid my aching pain and hurt.

I had forgiven but the scars ran deep.

Now there is no cure or little hope,

For a heart that pumps ice-cold water.

Life is sometimes sadly humorous.

Is it pride or is it stubbornness?

Ice-cold water is like a two-edged knife,

It has ruined many lives.

But it gives me self worth or esteem.

It preserves me and keeps me going.

To the great Elohim, Adonai, my preserver.

Come heal my heart that flows ice-cold water.

Fill it with gladness see, the glory in your flowers.

Let warm tears flow for your love and sacrifice.

Praise and worship to you, my saviour King.

Would you be my exceeding joy, my Elohim?