I stand silent and alone upon the precipice of life,
questioning the good Lord why it has to be that my
heart bleeds so profusely,and my soul feels so black.
I wonder aloud,why is my mind such a tangled web
of crazy,mixed up thoughts,and my emotions lie dead
within me.
Upon bended knee with hands humbly folded,
and head bowed in quiet reverence,
I beg the Lord for an answer to it all.
And am granted this answer:
You haven't knelt at the blood stained cross
and asked for my help.
