Saturday, December 26, 2009

Bear the Load

Discontent with life, dreams my persistent itch
I've scratched and bled and dried with time the healing stitch

Time rots my hopes to a stinking stench
But I remain unmoved on my apathetic bench

Distance not traveled, goals unattained
Long nights alone I have entertained

The darkest thoughts a man knows how to bear
Each new vision another burden, another care

Nothing to ignite, nothing to brighten my weary soul
No happiness on earth from pole to lonely pole

Even the heavens offer nothing less than death
They fill you with a void that steals your earthly breath

There is no ease, no slowing, and no stop
If there is a drink it's as a mere drop

God of heaven split the sky above your servant
Shower me with love and Your anger do not vent

But who am I to command one such as God
Who before such high majesty I could never plod

Without, by his glory, being killed outright
Or at the very least, be blinded by the sight

So now I bear my load alone with clenched teeth
For the hope of His presence and a golden winner's wreath

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