There is a place buried,
Buried deep inside.
Where all the dark and hurt,
Of me I try to hide.
I keep it locked tight,
To me it’s bound.
Wanting nothing more,
Than not to be found.
It’s a heavy burden,
An ever menacing friend.
Remaining with me always,
Preventing any mend.
Could I give it up my Lord?
Make it go away?
Pluck it from my chest,
Create peace within this day.
What of the hole that’s left,
Could you fill that too?
Do you promise to walk with me,
Give help in all that I do?
I have felt neglected Lord,
As if to the wolves I was fed.
Will you now be there,
To lift my weary head?
It’s a rocky path I tread,
I stumble and I fall.
I get lost in the shadows,
And a whisper is my call.
But for Thee I will try my Lord,
To regain a firm hold.
I’ll release the aching burdens,
Feelings that are too old.
I will pray for patience,
I will turn to Thee.
Together we will journey,
In thy hand I will be.
Melynda Williams
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