Dear Lord

Your slave, secluded, prays my Lord,
Turning always to no one but You alone,
On my own and afraid desperate for help,
Dear Lord, how very weak I've grown.

Isolated, I pray a prayer I must,
Hidden away in myself,
Trapped away with no where to go,
My Lord, your slave broken and crushed.

Give me perseverance to withstand,
Patience to proceed,
Give me strength to understand,
And the will to perceive - Lord!

I have sinned and transgressed,
With out a care in the world, a wreck and a mess,
All for a quick buck, a pretty penny or less,
For a bit of this and a bit of that & the privilege to impress.

But when I undress all the layers of lies,
What is left is hallow - it screams and it cries,
"Purpose!" it pleads, "please, I at least have to try!"
My soul cried, as I nearly died, for you Lord as tears gushed from my hazel eyes.

Dear Lord!

And it was as if for every tear that I wept,
For every dark secret eating away at me that I kept,
You filled my heart Lord... and I took a deep breath,
As if for the first time and... it was blessed.

I felt different now, strong and set free,
Humbled, at peace and seeing what I could never before see,
It was Your mercy, Your Guidance, a life-line, a way for me to be,
It was faith, it was knowledge, it was Hope - that is what You gave to me.

No matter how much I thank You Lord; it will never be enough,
I always believed my heart to be stone, but You saw it to be a diamond in the rough,

And not only mine, even the one reading these words that I've wrote,
Every soul has the right to faith... to knowledge... to Hope.

- Thank You for reading -
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This poem is about my experience with faith. How it entered my heart. How could I possibly explain something like that? I tried and I guess it will have to do = ).