And into Your presence, I cannot seem to go.
So many questions and struggles in me,
I long for a place to simply be free.
Heaven it beckons, and pulls at my heart,
I feel stuck in a world where I have no part.
No heavenly direction or wisdom to guide,
I just want to run, just want to hide.
What can my witness to this world even be,
When I constantly struggle with just being me?
Not of this world, I know that that's true,
The desire of my heart is just more of You.
But Your presence is sometimes more than I can bear,
I feel so alone and can't sense that You're there.
The eternal's unseen, has no tangible touch,
My heart aches for something, I need You so much.
Show me my sin, have I pushed You away?
Is it me that has wandered, have I gone astray?
I've no sense of purpose, don't know what to do,
How do I help direct the world's eyes toward You?
I don't think I can, so consumed with myself,
Is that the reason I feel stuck on this shelf?
Dreams that once were are just burdens to bear,
I don't want to hope, I don't want to care.
My voice is growing weaker, no one wants to hear,
Nothing left to say, it's my growing fear.
My heart it hurts, I feel so alone,
And into Your presence, I cannot seem to go.
By Diana DePriest
© February 12, 2012
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