Hour of the soul again....
Prayerless, I cry out to God.
Does He fill in the blanks?
My groans are heard.
He answers but I can't understand His words.
It's as if He speaks a foreign tongue.
Can my spirit interpret?
I muffle my cries.
I hide my pain.
I deny my doubt.
He knows my thoughts.
He feels my doubt.
He forgives my uncertainty.
Patience is key.
Have I used my quota?
The well is dry.
My feet are lead.
My stomach is sick.
I'm stuck and immovable.
He is stronger.
He pulls me out just before I go under.
I gasp for air.
He quickly fills my lungs with His breath.
I know I will survive.
