my soul ran dry before my mouth
and i found myself spewing lyrics
yet the words flowed,
though my mind was closed;
my soul wandering
why it came to this,
where my silence is met with Yours,
and i find myself unable to find reasons
to sing of Your praise.
yet i do.
the words that come forth,
are they lies if i do not believe?
or simply facts i have forgotten,
truths i have yet to realise,
yet to make my own.
where are You in the tempest of my heart? it is clouded with the storms of anger and bitterness, and i have forgotten how sweet Your love is.
oh God i beg of you, bring me home.