Hotline To Heaven

Had my muse in place
Checked through for what's left to say
Pulled a call through
Mouth opened agar
Ready to vent it all out as usual
But Doubt pricked me to believe
"I've been dailling a HOTLINE all the while.

I tried to convince myself
Tried to pull that fiend of Doubt down
But it had gotten a firm grip of my mind
I had indulged it to taunt
It had taken the strongest part of me
Made my faith frail
And I lost the euphoria to vent it all out.

I stare at myself,
"Is the line to heaven really that busy?"
"Why can't He responds immediately?"
"Must He always treat me like the customer care service on earth
Who never seems to attend to our needs on time?"
I queried and blamed
But it was of no gain.

Now I can't ***** a thing
My life is blank
Like the emptiness you feel when away from the virtual world
scoffs
No.... It's more like a heartbreak
The longing you have for that special one
Only when they're finally gone.

Now I try to get my muse back
Now I know better that it's truly a HOTLINE
But God will never put me to a long wait
He loves me so much than to watch depression hover around me
But I have a role to play
I have to stand against it and refuse its advice.

HOTLINE TO HEAVEN
It's truly busy
But there's someone who's ready to attend to it all
He might seem quite
Or the lines breaking up
But you have to keep up with it
Till your every need is met
And God brings you out unscathed.