Am I a burden to You?
I know this isn’t true.
But I wonder with all that I do –
The turning away, my fragile fidelity,
This paralyzing inability to do anything right,
This feeling that perhaps Your love, in all it’s might, has excluded me –
If I am a burden to You.
You say You love me, a fact my logic does not deny.
But my heart flounders and flops,
The darkness of false loneliness tugging on it, a deep rooted lie.
Your love is real.
And I’m sorry for my questioning.
Your love transcends my doubting,
It is true no matter what I ask.
It doesn’t relay on I.
But extend Your hand to me,
For I cannot see.
“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them a light has shone.”
“Oh, to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee: prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; here’s my heart, O take and seal it; seal it for thy courts above.”