In the quiet moments I cry.
When there's no one around
I need to be strong for.
No one I need to fool
into believing I am fine.
These moment are rare
When I can bare my breaking soul
The walls of an empty house.
I want to beg God to fix this.
Heal the hurt and save my marriage.
But I feel unworthy of God's favours
Instead I pray in a puddle of my own tears for forgiveness.
Forgive me for grieving for that which has been taken from me.
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