I cry to you Father
Up in Heaven you hear my cries
I keep wondering
I keep on asking when you will realize
that I no longer want to feel this
I sometimes don't feel like I have a need to live
But something keeps on telling me
Don't worry one day it will be different
I cry to you, I cry to you above
I hate this feeling I have inside
I don't know what this is about
You can unmask everything about me
take my life at any second
sometimes I wish for it to happen
but one day it will be different
My tears seem to speak so much
They fall at lonliness' slightest touch
how can I redeem
the happiness I crave
how can i live for you each day?
How are you going to take this pain away?
Will it one day actually be different?
I cry to you above
I am craving your sweet touch
Heal me inside, please I just want to cry
Something is so healing
about this feeling
yet I am not feeling anything yet
But one day as you keep saying
one day as you keep telling me
one day as I keep relying of faith
Everything will be different
Those who know much sorrow are able to minister to many.
As we look to HIM, he comforts us so that we can comfort
others. Only those who have struggled to live, can know
and understand that same struggle in others. When our lives are no longer our own, but we have given it all to Jesus,
He can take the broken pieces of our lives, put us back together....and that is a lifelong process, it seems, and he gives us eyes to see, and ears to hear, and words to write..to help bring hope to others. Keep writing!