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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