when things go wrong between us

My tired love

All that’s left in the end is love

After all the whirlwinds have passed

All that’s left is love

it brings me down

I’m sorry for your pain

it comes on the heels of stress

I know you need some rest

you’ve played and replayed in your mind

the wrongs and put them on my chest

bitter pools left of rushing waters

all that’s left is prayer

the only strength there is

across the distance no matter how far

all that’s left is prayer

to ask for help from the courts of heaven

from in the midst of the councils

of the courts

of the halls

of its pillars

of almightly God

i am not here to apologize for this

i’m a lucky, blessed man

to have such power at my disposal

and yet my flimsy flesh

my living,

yet dead flesh on living bones

my brain,

it holds my words from my heart

my soulish, spirit heart

it tells me what to do in times like this

i must take time at the altar

in front of the stand

before his mighty presence and ask

and supplicate

’cause i need help

lasting help

for You to intervene

even in the midst of stained conscious,

my falleness

my foolishness

my bewilderment with constant questioning

my fearfulness and apprehension

lay them at your feet

my confidence

comes out of the 5 percent

of my brain

that is 95 percent asleep

my reptile stem of existence,

of mere being that i call i,

thinking not enough

about that i am,

a man created,

thinking not about

who He is

and what he did

therefore i am nothing,

outside of him

a mere vapor

a drifting smoke

i recognize all of this and more

so, at this moment

as i stop to rest and think,

knowing it cannot last,

as i throw myself back into the race

my tired love

though you are far,

i am here always for you

in the twisting chaos,

reaching up while looking down

for you to reach with me

leave the pools behind

enter in the moving streams

and know that we’ll make it

to the other side