Weep

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    Weep

    My prayers today

    Fell on deaf ears

    Is God to tired

    Or will not hear

     

    So many prayers

    That I have sent

    With no response

    With no repent

     

    I ask Him why

    My life’s this way

    He sends his words

    I don’t obey

     

    Yet still I pray

    And ask for more

    But never try

    The narrow door

     

    He weeps for me

    I feel the shame

    Another day

    Of constant pain

     

    I curse at him

    You owe me more

    The tears rain down

    I hit the floor

     

    This man of clay

    That I’ve become

    Cannot be changed

    By none not one

     

    But still I pray

    And ask of Him

    He sits and waits

    I don’t come in

     

    The tears rain down

    I brush them off

    The clay gets hard

    My life gets rough

    I can’t go on

    With life this way

    I wonder why

    I even pray

     

    Still on I trudge

    Day by day

    It’s all my will

    The only way

     

    Until one day

    I can’t go on

    I hear the words

    I look above

     

    I scream to Him

    I scream out loud

    On bended knee

    God help me now

     

    I’m yours forever

    This I say

    My will to you

    Release this pain

     

    The tears rain down

    And melt the clay

    Within Gods hands

    I rest and pray

     

    He shapes my life

    He guides my time

    He teaches love

    His will not mine

     

    Today I weep

    But not alone

    No longer clay

    But flesh and bone

     

    My God with me

    We weep as one

    To save another

    Fallen son

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    Tempestlady commented on Weep

    08-26-2012

    This is wonderfully written and so very vivid in the experience of learning to come to God. The path to faith is different for everyone but can be a very lonely one full of strife and confusion. I wrote on called "I was Created" it's short a sweet and fits into this genre also. I also had to learn to accept it when God said NO. Welcome to the group in the arms of the lord. It is not always as easy as one might think to know what his will is and to be his tool, or to know what he is trying to tell you. I learned to listen with my heart and it helps. You have a wonderful writing style and I think you could have a future/book one day. Write on...............Tempestlady

    cutbanksam commented on Weep

    12-18-2011

    I really enjoy this insightful poem. It sounds like you have pain issues as I do. It is hard to give it all to God and what He does when we do may not be what we want or understand. Faith is the key and the knowledge that eternity is so near when measured in the grand scheme of things. I have written poems that are quite similar to yours here. One is Open Air. This is an easy ten and a favorite as well. Thank you my friend. Sam

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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