If I look stone-faced to you,
Don't think less of me.
I, too, have to protect myself
From love and life's brunts and blows,
Because sometimes I feel empty.

The power of words -
So deeply they can cut a heart in two.
Sever a spirit with such force
And leave it abandoned, beaten blue.

If I put up a front, don't look away
For the hurts I've felt
Has caused my soul to wander astray.
My body is weary, emotionally drained
Weak in the knees, and my heart is in pain.

Wrenched and sore
Squeezed and ripped
This crimson beating vessel
Will not hold its last breath.

But I will not submit to my soul's utter torment.
I will not give up with my last word spent.
For God is my shelter, He is my refuge
He picks me off the floor and carries me through.

He holds me close in His arms and wipes my tears
And puts them in a bottle once again.
All I can do is lay there, lifeless
All encompassed in His strength.
My eyes closed shut, tightly
As tears trickle down my face.

He rocks me in His embrace
Leaning His cheek to my face.
And as I try to hold in a whimper and a sigh
He strokes my hair
Like a mother nurtures her child.

For He is my father and I am His daughter
Imperfect as I can be,
But He doesnt see the obvious imperfection in me.

I lose myself in His hold
And drown in His honey-dripping words.
The comfort I have in Him is like none other,
Please Lord, don't let me go.

06/02/1999

Posted on 10/30/2002
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