If in my heart He’ll glow,
I’ll tell Him that the Devil came,
And let the tears flow.
Words can’t speak the way He can,
Straight to my heart, the Son of Man,
I want to tell Him of my pain,
Tell I can’t stand the rain.
I want to speak of secrets kept,
Want to tell of tears wept,
Want to fall on my knees,
Want to know what He sees.
He looks into my eyes,
Far beyond anyone before,
He can see through the lies,
He stands at my heart’s door.
I’ll tell Him that my eyes are blind,
Explain my way I cannot find,
Ask Him to be my guide,
My need for Him I cannot hide.
If I could speak I’d say so much,
But emptiness I’ve never felt like such,
To know He feels just what I’ve felt,
Makes my little strength melt.
I’d never wish what I’ve been through,
Onto any other soul,
But the understanding that comes from You,
Makes me feel whole.
My ears I feel lie to me,
When worldly truths cause my trust to flee,
What they call fact I don’t believe,
Their messages is hopeless and wishes my heart to deceive.
I do not wish my will to fade and die,
People are cruel, I must ask why,
Why so hard to get along,
Why so hard to just stay strong?
You see us all here in distress,
You know we have a free will,
Yet You choose never to love us less,
Forgave us once, forgive us still.
The world doesn’t feel like my place,
It causes worry to strain my face,
But what have I to do but know,
I can help this world to grow.
I come to You,
Blind, deaf, mute, too,
On my knees too weak to fall,
I seek You, deaf ears listen for Your call.
Blind eyes I know can see Your love,
Mute hearts can speak in prayer clearly,
Human minds with wisdom from above,
Are servants needed dearly.
You died for us upon a cross,
It was an unmatchable loss,
But You did it all willing,
And You did if for those doing the killing.
Your love, courage, and strength,
Let You go to any length,
To save us who lived in sin,
You fought the Devil sure You’d win.
Why for us and how You could,
We’ll never know,
But we’re thankful that You would,
Though are gratitude we lack to show.
I’ll live my life as a Christian human tries,
If I said I’d do any more that’d be lies,
But I’ll try to keep to the straight path,
The one that leads away from God’s wrath.
But when my time has come,
Thoughts will cross my mind some,
All the little things I could’ve done,
No more time to think, I’m meeting the Son.
I’ll ask Him if He knows my name,
If in my heart He’ll glow,
I’ll tell Him that the Devil came,
And let the tears flow.
Age 15