My Sould is Tired
My soul is tired, though I am willing.
I still feel weak; I yearn for love and peace.
My hurt deep inside makes me want to die.
Still I push; hoping painful memories will be gone.
My desire for love is so deep and brings tears to my feet.
As I am standing and waiting, my old self I am hating
For it’s my own fault for hurt.
Lack of wisdom brought me to my knees.
No one to teach me How to breathe with ease
From the Lord though I never knew I left him ignored.
Lord forgive me, though I’m trying, I still am poor.
And it makes me feel weak.
And the tears are still puddling at my feet.
Help me lord for I am weak.
Strengthen my steps in due time.
My spirit is vexed.
Be easy on my heart for it is weeping in painful depths
By Kyle Vickers
