Full body shakes from panic
full mind of unknown fear
My time is running out
and I can't feel You here
I try to just keep praying
and singing old choir hymns
I've searched my life to find You
while I stand in the lion's den
I've begged You for Your goodness
I've followed all the rules
I've walked the walk of angels
Like I've got something to prove
I still desire Your love
I long to be made whole
I've tried to make myself Your clay
so I'll fit into Your mold
My heart is surely broken
its shattered pieces jagged
I've nothing left to give You, Lord
for I've run myself ragged
All I have to offer You
is my burnt-out candlelight
I've given up on trying to win
so Lord, I need you to fight
Fight for my family's hope
for I cannot fill their gaps
Fight for the dreams I've forgotten
and the judgement I watched lapse
Fight for what's left of me, dear Lord
and my ever-fleeting faith
Help me make it through the night
so I can make it one more day.
YOU ARE READING
What I Once Called Love: The Drafts
PoetryThis is my story, or rather a compilation of stories that spans more than a decade. Each piece is written from a place of truth with the exception of the names mentioned. The book itself will broken into sections, with each representing a different...
