Truth's Regal Cup

Sitting here in the inky darkness cus I like to write at night. Only the pale moon, shining stars to guide my waning sight.

I’ve been wearing down, swimming in sin, feeling like Johnny’s Ragged ‘Ol Flag, I’m wearing thin. But “not” in good shape for the shape she’s in.

See tonight I feel more lost than I ever was found. But my feet keep plodding, clep, clap, on the ground.

Oh apathy, obsession, greed, lust, pain. All that hurt leaving me so full of shame.

Lounging can’t be filled. Discontentment won’t be squelched. A heart broken, but ironbound.

I need a new window to air out my dirt. I need a sturdy shoulder to carry all my hurt.

I need a Savior, a Comforter, a Father. A Someone who knows, who frees, no flinching, no bother. Someone who’ll give me a cold drink of water.

Splash it on my face, wake me up. Help me to drink from Truth’s regal cup.

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