Lost Faith
Take back the eyes you gave me,
for I do not want to see,
when You show me what Your "plan" is
or what You have in store for me.
You can take back both my ears,
for I do not want to hear,
when You tell me how You love me,
but let me live my life in fear.
How can You say You're with me
and You have a plan in place,
when there's death on every corner,
and I don't feel Your embrace?
How can You claim to love me
and guide each step I take,
when You know how much I've suffered
and how my poor heart aches?
Take back the hands you gave me,
for I will not need to pray,
when all I've got to show for it
is torment every day.
You can take my voice as well,
for I will not scream your name.
When I find myself in trouble,
There'll be only me to blame.
How can You hear my secrets
and say You'll keep me safe
when I just buried my future
and I'm drowning in my grief?
How can I sing and praise You,
while the ones I love are dead?
When You let Him flaunt his evil,
as I lay sleeping in my bed?
So please take back my eyes, my ears,
my hands, and my voice, too;
and while You're at it,
take my mind,
I will not think of You.
Take my heart,
it's bloody...
My soul's already dead.
I've no more Faith to offer,
to keep my spirit fed...
This poem was written by ~enyaw~ on May 22, 2005.
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Beautiful. Great imagery and use of sences. It's great.