It’s my compulsion to write
To You
Because passing each day
without telling You
is like a portion of water
evaporating from my soul
and I don’t want to run dry.
And so Lord I ask you to fill me;
fill me for me to reach that stupor
I get locked in:
where the bars and the chains
and the pad lock are a comfort,
because in that way I am free.
You said You would never leave me
and I believe that.
I’m not empty nor feel empty
it’s just that at times I don’t feel
You like I should be;
it’s not distance
but it’s not as close.
Lift me Lord, Saviour You who
saved me.
And don’t leave me empty-handed,
fill me to learn,
fill me to prepare,
fill me to speak,
fill me as You lend
Breath
to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It really made me realize my need. I loved it