speaking of this possibility of loss
i cannot destroy what has become
the chance to have this One
fighting each waking hour
this mire that seeks to devour
the softness that is my center
this mask that is the pretender
that i believe to protect
but only seeks to reject
He who shows me the path
that leads me from my wrath.
i battle, i struggle, i strive,
i need Your breath to survive,
i crave to melt into Your ocean,
with constancy and devotion,
fear has been my worst enemy
that You will abandon and reject me,
all the while being my own demise,
hiding my face from Your saddened eyes.
forgive me, i have been foolishly blind,
to discount He who is meant to be mine,
if i cannot redeem my own refusal
to be rid of this pride and excuses
let me look forward with lessons
of why i have lost One so precious.
i can only beg for Your mercy
praying You will not desert me.
i have displayed my own cycle
of inflicting pain with no reprisal
Your saving grace has revealed me,
lay Your hands on my head and heal me.
i hold my face up, fighting for air,
i need Your strength to hold me here.
without Your wings i fear i wont fly,
without Your safety, i fear i will die.
i beg You to please keep Your hand on my back,
be my guide that keeps my feet on O/our path.
venom