LAMENTATION
Hey God,
Have you counted my tears.
would you rebottle them again.
Have you noticed weals on my skin,
would you want them to remain.
I proffer you my worn hands
Numb from ploughing life.
This cross i trudge along with,
squeezes the breath out of my life.
No place to go to or return from
Dear God, dont tell me you swaddle me from life's acrid sun.
you trudged your cross and said,
'baby i do this for you...
Do you remember i even died for you'?
Dear god,
Hear my laments now.
For I trudge my own cross,
that bears me down.
Buckled and forced to rise again
hey jesus, i die a little everynight too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fine communion with God experiencing divinity and compassion. Nice revelation of heart.