Will there be a day,
When I will kneel at Your feet?
My tear stained eyes look up,
To meet Your mercy meek?
Will I someday feel,
Of Your warm embrace?
Fill my cup,
This emptiness to replace?
Will there one day be,
An ending to this struggle?
When it will all seem,
Less of a constant muddle?
Allow me to release,
End this bitterness.
Will You bring me to life,
Send me lasting peace.
What I can not have,
You have sent.
And why--no answer,
Even with knee bent.
What will be left,
When all is done?
Will I be left standing,
In this world all alone?
How can I trust,
When time after time,
I've been left,
At the starting line.
Don't want to be numb,
Tired of the anger.
But the only peace offered,
Is constantly in danger.
It is You who gives,
And You that takes away.
Why can't my happiness,
With me just stay?
Could You mend me,
If my source was removed?
My aching soul---
Would it be soothed?
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