My Letter To God
Heavenly father, You know me like no one else for You created me
And based on that fact, You know that i weep myself to sleep
It was You that hung that picture of her on the walls of my heart
I recall the day You brought her into my life, You gave me the greatest gift of them all
You gave me love, and her smile falls not short from the most beautiful scene in my life
I roam the streets I thought i would have never seen, she would ask me to come see her
Yet today she is asking me out of her life for ever and I just cant no matter how I try
Her face lives in everything that is beautiful, every scene paints a memory in my heart
You even play the music that I played when I captured her heart when I turn on my radio
I run away in my own mind not to think of her, and even in my sleep You remind me of her
I dream of the most beautiful moments that we shared, the memories that will never die
Lord spare me the pain I beg of You, how can I live wondering where she is and with whom
you said You would not give me more than I could handle, please this is too much
My God You and only You know how my heart cries even in the midst of the greatest joy
It's to hard to pretend not to care, when every sunset i cry to her heart
A silent scene, and i shall be no more, but I thank You lord for allowing me to know such love
Let it be your will and only that
But if this cup can be passed from me then i plea to You my King
And if you bring her back, then I promise to love You more than anything in this whole world
Please dry my lament, and free my verse that lives on in the heart of those near me
Pause the sun yet again so that I may have more time to plan
God of mine, your love is all, and I know You know how i feel, You know I love her
Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment