Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Father

Father as I sit on your lap
Console me. Hug me. Tell me your dreams
You've made for me.
Holy One, Creator, Amazing, Chosen One,
Master, Father of the forgotten,
Ever forgiving one. My salvation.
My victory. My hope. My everlasting Joy
When life is my weakness.
My Dad, in You is my trust.
It's me and You.
Life buzzes by with opportunities at hand,
In my hand to be exact
My hand is open
Please, I beg, take the one I don't need.
I'm lost.
I'm broken.
I've failed.
My mind was made from dirt.
I'm the consequence of filth.
I'm on my face making my brain
One
With what it came from.
Hear me. Father if I ever needed you.
Hear me and wipe my tears.
I'm begging you.

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