God? I am haunting my ruins again. Wandering past the old gravestones of long dead hopes and dreams.
Lord?
Why do I do it?
Why do I keep coming back here?
Why do I haunt this place?
These dreams no longer dance—no longer sing—no.
It’s so silent here and dark, but I keep coming back, sometimes to weep and feel the pain again, sometimes to just stand and stare—feeling so lost.
Oh, God!
I’m lost to me but I’m not lost to You.
You know the answers to all my questions.
I thought I’d surrendered all my Why’s?
I guess not.
Maybe it’s time to ask some new questions.
Questions like…
“Where?” or “Who?” or “What?”
Anything but, why?
Such a useless thing—why.
What good is why?
Will an answer bring a resurrection or breathe life into these graves?
Don’t answer God.
You don’t need to.
We both know the answer to that one!
Save me from myself God.
You’re the only One who can!
Forget these graves… breathe life back into me!
My heart feels as cold as these marble monuments.
And just as hard.
Only You can save me…
Heal me.
The DREAM-MAKER’S Promise:
“Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; Save me, and I shall be saved.” Jeremiah 17:14 NKJV
The Caterpillar’s Prayer:
Abba… Daddy-God, I have no hope but You. I have no prayer but this,”Heal me …breathe on these dry bones.”
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