the return of the King

I’m so tired of being tired
Sick of being sick
A slave to tragedy
Sporadic moments of fleeting joy
Exhausted from my unrelenting need for chaos, trauma

I wish You could define who I was again
I wish I knew Your heart
I yearn and thirst for the faith in Your real genuine unconditional love

But here I am once again
And I’m making all this room
I can’t keep living with this rotting soul

I’m brushing off the baggage
I’m standing up and walking
Running to something better

There’s a whole heart to fill
I stand at the cross and look up

I ask You to return

written november 11, 2008, photo credit: adrian in cuba! :)