Bearing My Cross
I huddle within this threadbare faith
warm empty hands on a stone-cold heaven
shrink from the possibility
of You being real
and I such a pitiful witness
I long for the warmer, softer garment
of one newly born to faith
enraptured by the celebration
and ceremony of Your church
feasting on the reality
of Your Presence
my life's losses leave me
foraging for crumbs of You
among the starving,
mangled borders
of my dreams
I strain to pray
my tongue grows numb
with grief
I seek to embrace You
my fists are frozen
in anger
I turn away
cast the smoldering
cinders of supplication
towards heaven
oh, this beggared flame
yearns to be rekindled
I huddle within this threadbare faith
warm empty hands on a stone-cold heaven
shrink from the possibility
of You being real
and I such a pitiful witness
I long for the warmer, softer garment
of one newly born to faith
enraptured by the celebration
and ceremony of Your church
feasting on the reality
of Your Presence
my life's losses leave me
foraging for crumbs of You
among the starving,
mangled borders
of my dreams
I strain to pray
my tongue grows numb
with grief
I seek to embrace You
my fists are frozen
in anger
I turn away
cast the smoldering
cinders of supplication
towards heaven
oh, this beggared flame
yearns to be rekindled