The Cutter

The Cutter

It runs, It flows out of a wound
It leaks, It seeps like a river
The blood inside me is red
The blood inside me is torn
The blood is the blood of a sinner
This blood is the blood of a cutter

This wound on the inside is only halfway mended
By the wounds on the outside
The elation from pain is only shortly lended
By the wounds on the outside
I am hurt inside
I am hurt outside

The wound is no wound, ordinary
It’s a wound that no medicine can remedy
It needs God’s love, extraordinary
To break the chains and to be free
From the blade, from the sin, from the chain it connects

They say a prayer a day keeps the devil away
I say it keeps the pain away
It’s better than any blade can feel
This is my testimony, real

Thank you Lord