Saturday, December 21, 2013

Seeking Heart

A child of the purest light,
That’s what you called me
But I’m still here in the dark
And it’s so bone chillingly cold.

So many words in my head
That should comfort my soul
But it’s feeling I lack
And so desperately desire.

Such steadfast promises, I
Do believe them, in them,
But my heart beats empty
As the sun sets once more.

Broken; perhaps it’s been given
But seeps from my body
Before it can reach my heart
To change my view of you.

This is my deepest cry,
What my heart beats after;
As a young child asks, Father,
Let my heart know your love.


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