God, You have placed before me a rock
I have set much atop it
A pile high to the sky
And yet I am afraid to touch it.
You call me to Your flock
I only dance and skirt it
You show me where I can fly
Yet I fight and bite it.
I choose instead to play in the sand.
I let my heart, an anchor, weigh me down.
I strap on my sins, a divers belt that pulls me down.
I lay down here, in constant fear.
Afraid of the light, afraid to walk on the land.
Though I know that You house all that I need
I hide away in fear of being seen
But now, once more, I ask that You would draw me here.
Bring my heart to the rock
Let my heart be grown from the seed
That it would grow lush and green
That I may know, I am one of the flock.
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Poetry/Prayers to God (2023)
ŞiirI've kept a prayer journal for the past month, and I can definitely see how it can be lyrical, I definitely won't be putting all of my prayers here, and with it being for anyone to read, it will likely focus on things less personal to my life, as we...
