I knelt upon my knees, "please God help me."
Seemingly unable to rise on my own.
Hollow echoes of misery in all of my poetry.
Swearing to all that asked me, that I was alone.
Each morning finding it harder to rise.
Wallowing in all of my sadness and pain.
I find myself here on the floor with tear filled eyes.
Asking and begging for you to help me again.
I do not hear your voice speaking out to me.
Just a quiet whisper deep in my soul.
Telling me to look to you for all I seek.
That you alone can make me feel whole.
Come to me Lord, for I surrender all.
You alone will help me go on.
Sweet Jesus in heaven please hear my call
show me that all hope is not gone.