You did this. I'm talking to You.
I'm lying on the floor. Broken. Exposed. Lips blue.
I'm alone, so alone.
How many tears do I moan until you come and wipe them away?
How loud my sobs, my screams until you beam down, open that door and pour light into this dark dark place.
This space full of loneliness, regret, shame, disgrace.
Louder my cries, harder my hits, more immense my fits, more pain?
I can't bare it.
And you! You said you'd take it.
Well! Here IT is. And IT hurts.
It hurts so much that I fear any pain or loss to come will make me numb.
I can't, I won't be able to do it, and still believe.
Why did You leave? You had to ascend?
Well send Him back. . .
Make Him do it again!
Because I have more sin.
Because I don't feel forgiven.
I can't see my name written.
And I can still taste the forbidden.
I didn't, couldn't listen when you cried "it is finished."
And so, I diminish to this floor and beg that You would remember Your promise once more.
You have to be at that door, even "with me" on this cold floor.
You said and You are.
So let that Truth reign over this wintered heart.
May it be to me, as You have said.
My broken heart, forever wed.
