No words to speak even if I tried,

I’ve spoken as many words as cried.

My feelings are inconsistent at best,

My greatest need is to find rest.

Stark loneliness of life got me in the chest,

Is it a reality or a feeling, or both-not sure.

All I know is that this battle feels long,

And in so many ways my heart feels wrong.

The days blur, as my mind spins dark,

I seek, I crave, the light, a spark.

I know there is hope under cover,

I know the Spirit still hovers.

Way back in Eden when things were mild,

Way back before things turned wild.

God walked closely with his beloved,

They had no question of his love.

Now with sin-sick soul,

We struggle, we wander with a definite hole.

A gap so deep, so wide,

That we cannot hide.

What is the answer our hearts cry out,

Shame and fear are not the route.

There is but one way to find home,

And I shall declare it at the end of this poem.

In the dizzy raw of pain and doubt,

We manage to find a steady stream,

Underneath the earth gives way,

But our heart doesn’t sway.

Who can give such deep lasting hope,

The Word of God, words cleanse like soap.

His voice we turn and hear,

We trust His Word which states, “He’s near.”

He’s now sitting on the throne,

Waiting for His children to come home.

Still His arms are open wide,

Look at redemption in His eyes.