And weary,
Down to the core of my soul.
I have an instinct,
To run to You, Lord,
But it is so very faint.
I know You’re there for me,
Yet I am too empty
To even ask for motivation.
I have no plan,
I’m hollow and numb.
I’m walking along,
With no knowledge
Of my direction.
I do not know
If I even want to find
My inner strength,
So that I could run to You,
To Your arms.
I feel like a body,
With no heart, mind, or soul.
I have a great desire
To crumble to the ground,
And cease to try,
Even to breathe.
There’s a tiny voice
Telling me
That I should run to You,
Or ask Your help.
I know it’s not my heart or soul.
I chose
To put that voice there,
But I have no reason.
The fire within me
Burnt out for now.
I know it’ll light again,
But have no concern for when.
Lord, I’m too weak to seek You,
Even to renew my strength.
I have no desire left.
All I can do, Father,
Is fall to my knees,
And reach toward the sky.
I cannot lift myself up to You,
As I am not that strong,
Or dedicated,
At this point.
But, Lord, I will ask You,
Ask You to come to me.
Because I know
You are not out of strength,
Or motivation,
And You’re so unimaginably
Dedicated to me.
I crumble, Lord,
I crumble at Your feet,
In hopes to feel Your hand.
Age 14