Why doth I cry unto my soul…
What is it that I seek from this life?
And all my works are like filthy rags!
And I remain unworthy…
Why does the right turn out for wrong…
And my soul cries…
I look deep into myself for answers…
And there, I find a void
That only God can fill…
There is where truth lies..
Why does my spirit sink into despair…
My eyes search the heavens…
Screams from my soul to know why!
How can an answer be so hard…
Then comes the tears –
Then comes the fears –
Then the regrets from all the years…
The screams of silence…
I have to come to a place of peace –
A place where I can believe
By faith alone…
Epaphroditus© March 20, 2016
In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait in expectation.
Psalm 5:3