I feel alone;
dear God,
please help me.
All the pain
and strife,
and
fear.
I need your arms,
dear God,
to pull me through this.
The hot tears,
cold slaps
and broken
hearts.
Is there no end,
dear God,
to the misery?
I feel lost,
alone,
uncared
for.
Why are we here,
dear God,
in imperfection?
There’s so much
wounds
and so much
despair.
I want to smile,
dear God,
and to laugh.
I want to feel,
to hear
and
see.
I feel alone,
dear God,
please just show me
the sort of hope
and need
to
endure.
Please,
dear God,
I need you.
Hear my plea,
and help me
find a
way.
