God and I

As I Prayer

You built an empire
Your citadel the greatest of all
Watch them crumble
To dust

I have questions I hope
You will answer
I am nothing to
Question Your authority
Yet I wonder
Until when will I break
Piece by piece

I am no one to accuse You
This no accusation
Nor am I narcissistic
To mistake You for a genie
Yet at times I sit and hope
You will change my circumstances

This is a prayer
Yes a prayer asking for
Your ear I know You hear me
But I need Your hand
I pray for a miracle to rise
With the sun
That I am smile yet again

I mean no disrespect
As I know to praise You
Whatever the circumstances
Yet my heart dies slowly
Within me
I yearn to know where
This is going
If there is an end
Or rather a vicious cycle

You promised the pain
Will end
I cannot imagine what
It must have been
For You as You lived
Among men hated
And persecuted
You warned it will be the
Same for those who follow You
Still I carried my cross and promised to carry till the end

Yet the cross is heavy
I feel my feet failing
Under it's weight
It is all poetic to
Sacrifice one's own life
For God
Yet the price is unbearable

I know You did it for me
You will do it again
So I soldier on
With this life of mine
Yet the road seems long
Leading to nowhere
I see nothing but blackness
Tomorrow is impossible
I know to keep my eyes
On You
But I feel , I see and hear
The weight of the cross

So I pray for salvation
For the Friend I was
Promised
To help carry the other side of the cross
For I am stumbling under
It's weight
I do not need I genie
I need no wish
I am in need of God
And a miracle to give me hope