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May 29, 2007

Done

My nails have chipped.
The moment is gone.
It comes so slow
but soon it's done.
Each moment is a drop of rain.
You watch it fall
and you feel the splash.
You lose it all.

May 24, 2007

Lost

Can you hear my thoughts?
Lord, they're racing through my mind.
Confusing my emotions deeply,
these words are not too kind.
I'm being pushed into doubt,
and there's nothing I can say.
Lord, they're getting louder now.
Show me the better way.
Where my pride is non existent.
Where I fall to you on both knees.
Hoping for my vocation,
Lord make it clear to me.
It seems like everyone knows
exactly what they're going to do,
and I sit here crying, lost
Lord, can I be amazing too?
I've been given talents
that I've seem to forgotten how to use.
My thoughts put them down,
and my confidence is abused.
So bring me back.
Draw me near.
Take my hand.
Wipe my tears.