Monday, November 10, 2008

Papa > Hole.

Papa.
I am lost.
I do not know what I am doing.
I do not know who You are.
I hurt people.
I confuse people.
And all of this hurts You.
The love of the cross seems so far away right now.
I cannot see it.
I need You.
Only You.
Please, finally fill me.
I cannot go on like this.
With this hole in my heart.
An open wound is more susceptible to infection.
And that is what I have allowed in.
Infections.
Papa, I am gross.
And I need You to heal the wound.
To suck the infection out.
Because I keep making it worse.
I do not like this feeling.
I need You.
Please.
Let.
Me.
Feel.
You.

I feel so feel-less.

Please wake up.
Arise.
From this slumber.
Come quickly to my side.
Papa, come save me.
Snatch me from the thief's grip.
Rescue me from myself.

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