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Thursday, November 21, 2019

Empty Cup


O Lord
My Innocence was taken
not by one but by many.
Words once felt with such passion
now left dripping with silence.
Moment by moment my worth
drowned in condemnation.
Thrown against the wall.
The screams for justice,
erased from my lips.
Value ripped from my heart.
Emptiness deep inside my soul.
The one who brought me life
killed who I was created to be.
Will you leave me here with no restoration?
Smiles and laughter cover the wounds
too thin to keep them from seeping.
No sense of identity.
The blood continues to pour,
not from hands afar
but from my own.
Has your spirit fled my soul?
Darkness seems the only answer
as the light is more than black.
My life has ended in this place,
yet my heart continues to beat.
I’m lost and I’m scared
Is this the end?
Or will you come take my cup
and fill it with your love?

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