Father, as a runner ends his race in complete exhaustion,
pining for just a drop of fresh water.
So do i, at the end of my strength,
long for just a taste of your living water,
a small portion of your reality,
and thirst quenching joy and peace.
Papa, how long must I wait to feel assured again?
The filthy father of darkness is smiling I know.
as he whispers deception and lies into my ears asking,
'what have you done to lose the love and favour of your God?'
Knock after Knock,
It's wearing me down and out.
My soul i fear is on the verge of breaking
of being sucked into an all consuming
black hole,
never to see light again.
My heart is battered, worn out.
I remember - just days ago -
I was soaked,
drenched in your beauty and love.
I was full of greatfulness for you my King!
So God why now am I disheartened?
Why does my heart burn for some of you,
yet is unable to receive?
At the end of the day Papa, i will hope in you.
I remind myself, this time shall pass and i shall praise you again.
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