I fall into the shadows
Blending with graffiti on the fouled alley walls.
Iím shouting, too. One discordant note in a shrieking din.
Meth, blow, crank. They taunt me.
Iíve become meaningless, chained to a squalid mattress.
Blessed are the pure.
And what of me? What of me?
Iím lost, afraid. Come find me, Lord.
My soul longs for fulfillment.
Let there be rejoicing in the presence of your angels this day.
I cry in the darkness.
Blood dripping from my swollen lip, my blackened eye.
Iím hurting. Twisted every way in frantic distress.
This is my own doingÖ abandoned by self.
Iíve become a vapor. Without merit, substance.
Let she who is without sinÖ
Thatís not me. Thatís not me.
Iím desperate, seeking. Come help me, Lord.
My spirit longs for fulfillment.
Let there be rejoicing in heaven over me this day.
Iíve met you before.
You, in that polished car and church clothes.
I watched your wife buying truffles as you propositioned me.
Iím worth more than twenty bucks.
Or at least I thought so.
Donít you understand anything?
Go unto all the worldÖ
But not to me? Not to me.
Iím suffering, disillusioned. What happened, Lord?
My heart cries for fulfillment.
Leave the others, light your lamp. Seek me once again this day.
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