a dry storm

my soul ran dry before my mouth
and i found myself spewing lyrics
from somewhere,
not here.

yet the words flowed,
though my mind was closed;
my soul wandering
why it came to this,

this place
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.

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