Alone With Me
Alone with ears too wise to hear
And eyes to blind to see
Dear Lord Jesus, please don’t leave
Myself alone with me
In darkness vengeance steals my thoughts
And rolls within my head
I taste the words I long to say
Words better left unsaid
My twisting, turning, twiddling thumbs
Will not be bored for long
Bad habits jump into my hands
Where soon they will grow strong
My feet will run to Trouble’s door
And beg to come inside
Where they will roam forbidden halls
Built up by foolish pride
Lord, please stay beside me now
God hear my humble plea
I’m formed of dust, and just can’t trust
Myself, alone with me
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment