I’m almost to the point of breaking
tears are rising from deep within
the outward façade crumbling, no more faking
there is deep remorse over past sin
How much longer can I hold it all together?
I’ve never been good at pretending.
How much longer until things get better?
These trials, Lord, will You keep on sending?
One of these days the floodgates will open
tears will pour out, like never before!
I’ll be unable to hold back anymore, so then,
tears will flow. Puddles may appear on the floor
Why do I have such a hard time crying?
I know it’s important to. Why struggle alone?
Inside, parts of me seem to be dying
Why can’t I grieve loudly, even at home?
Death is a necessary precursor to new life
the old life must die for new greater things to grow.
Perhaps from seeds of turmoil, hardship and strife
innumerable blessings and fruit will flow?
Shepherd, guide me to that breaking point
Your surrendered sheep obedient wants to be.
May Your Word which separates marrow and joint
break me, mold me to live as one set free!
© Lukas Westevy
2022