Help me!

"Help me!"

a prayer without solice.

"Make me!

more to the point.

I want to

but I won't.

Too much

I have too much

distraction my constant state.

My wanting has no off

my "me-ness" knows no bounds.

Hating me

almost

but me is His

hate has no place.

Anger at Him

for lack of magic bullet

but

not His way

not His will.

Our expectations

here

are

hate

tribulation

Suffering

pain

sorrow

tears

He said so - He said so

No joy here

no joy

but in Him

But then

seems so far

from now

and now IS now.

One day

some day

so far from

today

we gasp for breath

we tremble with weariness.

Help me!  Make me!  COME!

Michael Sanders