I wrote this because I have been wrestling with my faith pertaining to life. |
In the Pit The pit of despair is where I find myself tonight, Wading in the quicksand that threatens to pull me down, Emotions bombarding me like arrows piercing my soul, How did I sink so low? The emotional roller coaster that I am on, Threatens my sanity in ways I can’t explain, Sorrow envelopes me swallowing me whole, How did I get entangled so? Your voice I use to hear in my ears, In the small part of my soul I sense you’re there, Every other voice drowns out your words, My God how did I get here? My spirit is broken by my choices, Choices not made through you, My wrists are ready to be slit, But still I want to turn to you. My pit of despair, the place I seem to go to When Lord you seem far away My trust in people, in You is fleeting, But there is joy inside your love. I turn to You my Lord, I raise my pit, my comfortable place to mourn To You my Lord I am a wayward child Trying to come home But home seems so far away Lord I need you now More than I did before Take my fractured spirit Make me whole |