Hard
is the road
To
where a new future begins
Narrow
the path
That
leads to promises fulfilled
Can’t
reach my destination
On
the strength of a broken heart
So
many dreams died along the way
Not
sure if any remain
My
hope lies barely breathing
Like
the flutter of tiny wings
Clinging
to life by finest thread
Who
will dare to save me?
Does
anyone get me?
Does
anyone care?
Does
anyone want me…
More
than what I can provide?
Maybe
I want more
Than
what any human can give
Maybe
my hearts longing
Can
only be filled by my maker
Though
I wish nothing more
Than
to leave this pain behind
Though
I’d rather be
Far
away on the other side
I
am deeply committed
Heels
dug in and clinging tight
To
the promises You made
My
Savior and friend
No
other has been so faithful
No
other has in every moment
Through
joy and sorrow
Been
ever at my side
For
now I know you carry me
My
faith but a tiny thing
Put
to shame by a mustard seed
Praying
your faith replaces mine
An
empty vessel
A
lump of clay
I
lie here
Awaiting
your strong hand
Awaiting
the artist’s touch
The
old man ready to die
Sacrificed
my longed for son
At
your blessed request
Restore
my dreams
Breathe
life back
Into
these dry bones
Call
me back from the dead
For
my very marrow cries out
For
your presence
To
call my heart your dwelling
To
cleanse every dark corner
For
now dear friend
I
wait quiet in the night
Anticipation
my companion
And
a new dawn approaches
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