10/26/11

I lay myself before the throne, broken and alone.
A mess I am, as I lay facedown before you.
Tears are no longer held back by the dam I've built for my protection.
Your very presence knocks them down, returning me back to my original design.
They fall fast and they fall free.
My God, my God, I can't do it alone.
I'm so tired of trying to keep myself together.
I hate this.

Help me.
I am desperate.
Crying out for you