Restlessness invades,
and I feel like I'm drifting,
through an endless maze.
My heart searches,
for meaning in this world,
yet is unable to find,
what its looking for.
My soul yearns to be free,
on the dead feeling inside.
How I long to feel,
the burning of life and passion,
and the joy of purpose and meaning.
Yet I search for these,
in all the wrong places,
instead of surrendering them all
to the One who created me.
Birthdays, far from home
15 years ago
1 comment:
All of your poetry is GORGEOUS. There's so much truth in each and every line. I love it. But in quite a few of them you talk about giving up everything to surrender yourself to God, when, in essence, He probably wants you to live your life and surrender once He decides you're done living it. After all, wouldn't that be why He gave you life in the first place?
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