I’m writing you, Jesus, on this chilly day
Too troubled to sing and too tired to pray
For I’ve got a problem that’s made me so sick
So sick that I fear you cannot handle it

With all due respect, Lord, it’s out of your league
It’s something that you just have not had to see
Though I know that you love me and though I have tried,
No amount of ‘I love you’ will save me this time.

For mine is a tale of a mistreated soul
Of feeling so lonely and out of control
I guess that I’m writing with hopes that you’ll see
At least just a bit of what’s troubling me

The story begins with a boy that I knew
Who ruled my emotions and took my heart, too
When I was around him I felt so alive
My spirit was soaring far into the sky

I poured myself out for him, every last bit
(And sacrificed more than I care to admit)
Lord, how could you know the extent of the drain
As I gave and I gave until nothing remained?

Well, time passed on by and the story grew worse
As the boy’s loving feelings began to disperse
He’d tired of me, though I’d given my all
So he distanced himself, and he left me to fall

Oh Lord, what abandon! What sorrow I felt
As emptiness stood where contentment once dwelt
Dear Jesus, I just cannot see how you’d know
This feeling of loneliness, ruin, and woe

And then this dilemma, as most of them do
Up and reached levels of drama anew
This boy felt new vigor, new splendor and glee
Lord, he had a new girl, and the girl was not me

And oh! How I felt so much loss and despair
As I watched him take interest in ‘other affairs’
My Lord, tell me this: Can you say that you’ve watched
As the one you loved fled without one second thought?

Well, as you can see I have much on my mind
And I’m open to comfort, if you have the time
I know it’s beyond you, but if it’s your will
Speak to me, Jesus, and I will be still.





My child, I call to you this quiet night
Aware of your sorrow and knowing your plight
Though you feel you’re the only one feeling so blue
Hear me when I tell you that I’ve been there, too

See, you ask if I’ve ever felt quite such a strain
As when you gave all to him, leaving you drained
My child, I have; please remember with me
The day that I gave the world my everything

You claim that I’ve never felt sad and alone
But hear now the call from a cross, long ago
Hear what I say to my Father and king
“My father, why have you forsaken me?”

And finally, child, you speak of the tear
On your heart as he took his affections elsewhere
And truly I tell you, I’ve felt that tear, too
And the story may seem quite familiar to you

For I love a child dearly, with all of my heart
And lately we two, sadly, have grown apart
For she seeks to find joy, but from all the wrong places
And I only wish she’d come back into my graces

She seems quite contented, at least for a bit
Then the world, it fails her, and she’s hating it
So I know how you feel as you watch him depart
And with all that’s within you, wish he’d change his heart

But cling to your hope, child, cling to it well
For there is yet more of the story to tell
Though God only knows if that boy will come round,
It’s hope, boy or not, that will not let you down

For hope kept me strong as I gave up my all;
Hope came days later when I heard my call
And, sure as I rose up on that blessed day,
Hope holds that this child will come back my way.