Sunday, March 8, 2009
Where Once I Dwelt
I stand from the highest mountain and wail to the skies...
oh how I ache,
every fiber of my being cries for Him;
within my deepest, darkest, depths
I know that I hunger to be rewritten;
reworked, revisited, re-invented;
If I do not allow Him to control me, guide me, discipline me,
I fear that I will disappear;
be swallowed up inside my longing,
this all encompassing desperation that fuels my every thought,
my every move;
threatens to eat me away, from the inside out...
leaving only a void,
where once I dwelt.