Wednesday, 14 January 2009

• My Song

  (As a preface, no, I'm not going off the deep end. Just expressing the difficulties I've felt the past semester or so. There is no need to run crisis intervention. )

   

  When the grass was green
  And the sun was bright,
  I never thought
  I'd see the night.

  Towers around me
  And You standing guard--
  I never dreamed
  You could feel far.

  My good intentions
  Weren't strong as I thought,
  And I battled back home,
  Every inch hard-fought.

  But just when I glimpsed
  What I wanted to see,
  The home I had known
  Just ceased to be.

  Each stronghold I stood in
  Is no longer strong,
  I'm left homeless and naked
  And wondering how long.

  I want to trust
  But I'm too tired to reach.
  I want to learn, yes--
  But must this teach?

  It's painful to walk
  And sift through the wreck.
  I just want to hide
  Or take a rain check.

  I used to be pure,
  But my innocence faded.
  I used to be a warrior,
  But now I'm just jaded.

  I want to be better,
  Like I was before,
  But my home is demolished
  And ravaged by war.

  You're all that's certain
  So please don't give up.
  Find me in this wreckage
  And raise me back up.

  Build up a place
  You want me to dwell.
  You're writing a story--
  Bring people to tell.

  In Your Kingdom,
  The weak are strong,
  So take this weak prayer
  And make it my song.
  

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