i dont know what to do anymore

Who am I, oh Lord, that You love me?
Who am I that You are mindful of me?
Who am I that You cherish my soul?
Who am I that You save my soul?
Who am I without you Lord?

sunset leaking through the window
tainting everything it caresses
a sickly kind of orange
sky light sky blue
turning now to red
as sunset leaks through the window
kissing drawers, kissing heads.
oh what a beauty it is
the outdoors
but somehow i find myself
separated by a door
i can only watch the
sunset leaking through the window
pen in hand and paper before me
assignments and things to do
we were not made for this story

may                        be,
                           i need a little            more voice to
                 truly express what im feeling maybe i need more
           vigour in my speech or emotion in what i preach to truly
          coerce you into liking maybe i need to read a little more
           or maybe i need to step down a bit but right now i want
               to live for You and maybe im not the skilled poet
                     the world wants but You're all i need to
                        live for now and maybe raw poetry
                                        is really all one
                                                 needs