In pain, I ache from deep within my soul.
I love you, Father,
And I try so hard to sacrifice as much as I can for you.
I give and give compassionately,
I take and take every burden I see,
Until I have given and taken so much that I am empty,
But I continue.
I continue emotionlessly doing your work, Father.
The lives we’ve changed and the smiles we’ve created
Are awesome reward.
Yet I am still empty, Lord,
Still yearning to have a sense of wholeness,
Still I give and I take,
But, Father, I’m tired.
I am emotionally weak.
I don’t need to pray for strength, Lord,
My body grows not weary
For it could work for you forever.
It’s my soul, Lord, that has grown weary.
I pray not for strength,
For I see what you’ve done in my life to strengthen me
And I suffer silently
For I know that good will come from it,
But what, Father, do you do in people’s lives to give them hope?
For hope is the fuel of our souls.
Why must we be selfish, Lord?
Why can’t I just continue to work for you tirelessly,
Whether I feel empty or not?
Why do I yearn?
If I had but one wish, Lord,
I would come up to you, Father.
Just to stop the hurt,
To feel whole,
To be able to hug you
Just for a moment.
Then, Lord, after that one act of complete selfishness,
I would come back to Earth
And work tirelessly for eternity,
So long as I could remember that hug.
So long as I could hold that hope forever to keep my soul tender.