Do I Make You Proud?
I gather my hands in clasp like form
Forgive me Father,
I don't know anymore
I stand on a hill
Overlooking my soul
The dull ache has returned
And I can't give anymore
My inward thoughts
Try to find that narrow way
- Thou art my refuge,
- Will thou art be my escape?
And on sunny days
And winding highways
I dreamt all day long of a place I don't belong
But now I try desperately
to keep myself from sinking
Into the black mire and sticky clay,
To keep myself somewhere
Close to You
If you can believe that too…
poem by God Diaries
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