Sit.

My heart was an empty room, 

I sat there alone and stared. 

Stared at the writing on the walls, 

And wondered how i let it all fall. 

My mouth grew silent as my soul grew loud, 

God had already warned me that he corrects the proud. 

I sat there in a state of wonder, 

Wondering how i let myself take on the blame. 

Shouldn't i have remembered the cross has no shame? 

I sat there and dreamt, 

Dreamt of a heart with no guilt hidden inside, 

The Holy Spirit affirmed i had nothing to hide, 

When he was always there to abide.

I sat there with my hands held high, 

High enough to offer all the peoples lies, 

Yet again God affirmed me that in heaven those die. 

I sat there and thought about joy, 

Joy was never something i grasped, except in boys. 

I sat there in a state of panic and fear, 

Fear of something so much bigger than my tedious tears. 

So where is the hope? Where is the faith?

Where is the love that helps me cope? 

I looked to the left, and i looked to the right, 

And all of the sudden i saw God in his might. 

The writing on the walls were a reflection of me, 

Jesus is in love with everything i even try to be. 

So i will open the door, Here Jesus come in and sit. 

And i'll reach for his hand to get me out of this pit. 

Then before i know it, he'll teach me to stand, 

And i will suddenly realize, 

This all never strayed from what he had always planned.