daunting truth of soul... |
Splendid Torture A stupor wraps around me as along my life I go. I find such little solace in the people that I know. For deep within my being lies a questioning of pride - Have I replaced my former self to be Thy useless guide? It’s hard to find life’s meanings deep within a battered soul. My constant stream of struggles have exacted quite a toll. And even though I go to Thee in humble, loving praise; my faithfulness - I squander in my nights and in my days. Thy realm – it overwhelms me with Thy girth, so justly vast. To share Thy truth seems daunting and to this, I’ve been miscast. Thy soldiers – You have many who stand by and give results. My manner is not worthy – and my ways, they just insult. I cannot seem to muster driven drives that hide within – I rarely ever answer them (unless upon a whim.) Dishonor rides upon me as I buck and as I stray. I talk the talk without the walk – with little right to pray. My God! Thy splendid torture grows more potent through the years – How many times I’ve challenged Thee in anguish and in tears. My inner force awakens deep within Thy Holy Space... I sit upon an empty throne – ashamed to share Thy Grace. |