I pray words can come to me one day
-Without the lingering of sorrow and regret.
That one day I can trust and hope and pray
-Without remembering our woes.
I pray one day my soul to cleanse
To be awashed anew again
But today my lord I ache to know…
These words are but the shell
Of faith we used to know.
Why do I speak to thee?
When inside these vows are dead to me.
How do I find that long-lost love?
The humility and honor to know it’s true.
I can not start this book again,
And skip the pages I’d rather not see.
I can not erase the lines
That should never have to be .
So tell me Lord, how to start a different book.
Define that word “faith”,
so I can comprehend this new chapter.
Help me rember how faith and hope inspires-
And how belief creates the miracles worth living.