
I surrender it, Lord
Again on my knees.
I cry out aloud to One I'll never understand.
I was always so friendly,
I wanted the best.
Always torn by other pain but safe in my bubble.
But in times of strife it hurts to see your true colors.
My heart was ripped open.
Expesed to the world
Like a toddler, stumbling and falling I reached.
No one was there.
Where were the people
Upon who I'd relied?
Why were the absent from each tear a cried.
I never quite knew,
Until days turned to weeks.
I stood, empty, open, bare.
I reached for One I rarely rely on.
I talk out my problems,
But never in prayer.
To those I am close to,
A parent, a friend.
God pulled them out of the picture,
Then took my best friend.
In the time of struggle,
I could ONLY talk to Him.
A lesson so stunning,
I'll never forget.
Blessed is the name of the Lord, who gives and takes away.

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