Yahweh

I wrote this poem in a very sad, very desperate time of my life.

Yahweh, in You my heart is safe.
I'm inconsolable because of where the water took me.
I cry at night and in the morning.
I cry because I'm sad.
I cry because I do not have.
I cry and only you can stop me, Yahweh.

Elohim, You control me.
Put my face close to the ground so I can taste it.
Let me taste the dirt, it will remind me who I am.
Let me see Your face.
Let me have the desires of my heart like You promise.
Let me laugh again, Elohim.

Jehovah, I love You first.
Make me happy.
My sorrow is more than I can handle.
My sorrow keeps me awake and starves me.
My sorrow is killing me and I feel numb.
My sorrow hurts. Hold me close, Jehovah.

You change the heart of kings.
You love me though I'm wrong.
You can walk on water.
You can calm a storm.
El, Jehovah, Yahweh, waves don't crash without Your permission.
This storm is too big for me, but not for the One who gave it.

I give you my tears, sickness, and disbelief.
Let me eat again, I am sick with sadness.
Give my friend peace.
Give my friend faith.
Give my friend love I can't provide right now.
Give my friend back to me.

Take this pain and throw it as far as Your arms can through
My heart is heavy.
My best friend is gone and a promise has been broken.
Praise You Yahweh.
Praise You Elohim.
Praise You Jehovah.

“At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship, and said: 'Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.' ”