Loneliness has settled
like a blanket over my soul
But it doesn’t keep me warm,
my heart is so cold.
I’ve called out to You
but I can’t hear through the noise
I’m crying so hard
that it crowds out Your voice.
You hear the righteous cry –
please don’t turn away
As I plead with You –
why? God, oh why?
Why God, does it hurt?
You must have a plan
Else it doesn’t make sense
and I cannot stand.
I want to trust You
but I keep up my guard
I need Your help to live
just one more day
Please take my hand,
lead me in Your way.
Jan 23, 2005
Copyright 2005 Connie R. Smith