Fear how you torment and toss me about.
The cold magnificence of your strength envelops my throat.
Yielding to you, I am too weak to overcome your power.
My candle snuffs out.
Pray, pray, pray.
Begging for your darkness to release its gnarly hands brings
no relief.
No explanation can make logical this inconclusive notion.
No more power do you have than I give you, creating inside
myself, a victim.
Yet, here I am begging you away to no avail.
Yes, inside myself, I creep around looking for surrender.
Faith is on the other side beyond my reach.
Sweaty palms, shaking soul, I am buried beneath myself.
God, come to me and save me from myself.
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