I flung myself onto a desolate earthMy hand reached forward to grab the soil
The rain poured down - drenching my hair
But I did not feel it
My face turned upward as I screamed out
God – I want to feel again
God – I want to cry once more
But I could not
I pounded my fist into the soil
I longed to feel the pain
I felt trapped in a body without a soul
But I could find no way out
I wearied from the struggle
I lay in mud and sodden clothes
My mind wrestled with my God
But I could not prevail
Then I heard His voice:
When I caused you pain, you ran away
You asked Me to take it from you
I told you to yield and you told Me no
I told you to love but you closed up your heart
I blew the whistle of warning
But I was ignored and pushed away
So I walked off the field of your conscience
Now you can feel no more
2 comments:
wow, did you write that al?? it's a very right perspective. very sad how we DO do that tho..
Yeah, i wrote part of this just a little while after Chris moved to South Carolina. The Lord kept convicting me that I needed to continue to love people and take "risks" in relationships. It hit me that, if I continued to harden my heart against conviction and those around me, that I would lose the ability to love, hurt, and grow in my relationship with Christ.
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