This life is a lonely one.
Even though friends abound, family's around,
and Heaven's Hound is on my tail,
I can't help but feel a little frail.
I dream of fullness
and get a mouthful of dullness
There is so much that I know is truely hard
that I don't fit in that deck of cards..
"Difficult" has for me always been in perspective
and then I dare to grow slightly introspective.
When I look close, and strain my eyes, I can see pain
Fear is my enemy of late, and the debate continues to be the weight on my shoulders.
My burden is heavy, the fire in my heart begins to smoulder;
He promised it would be light, but it's mostly dark here
My trap isn't Him, He's always made that clear.
"It's not you, it's me" I say, and I hear Him when I pray...
"Why? Sweet daughter. Your gift of freedom is not a ploy,
the bread you asked for I have given. Eat. Enjoy."
Yesterday, and yet today, I have chosen the stone;
I have tasted the bread, felt it give strength to my weary bones,
Self-pity is my deceit, and today I fall at Your feet.
Every breath is forced, my chest is heavy, my voice is hoarse
"Please, Lord, just a little more."
