Take it
where I cannot go
Take it
where I cannot follow
Bury it
in the ground,
far below
where it can't be found
Burn it, Lord
all to ash
Pick me up
like shattered glass
Find the pieces
here in me
Take me, now
and crucify me
Because I can't do this
on my own
You know that
You've seen that
You see this
You see me now
in the ground,
dying,
not breathing,
lying far beneath,
and grasping
just for air to breathe
Well this dirt on me
has made me see
exactly what I need
So take it, Lord,
all away
Wake me up
to a brand new day
I'm holding up
a yoke of shame
Replace it, God
Don't leave me the same
This load's too much
for me to bear
You see the Truth
in every tear
But I can't turn,
so please come here
And take me to a place
where I can look You in the face
And feel the comfort of your Grace
Because
I long to crucify this sin
I hope that You will take me in
I want to take it
to the grave,
throw it down,
and be remade
(I've tried, I've tried, I've tried)
But I can't do it,
not alone
So I ask You now,
please,
once and for all,
to intercede
for me
Iām asking You, Lord,
please,
just *take it
|Written March 24, 2012|
**Story**
Still religious and still struggling with addiction at the time this poem was written, it was a prayer of desperation.
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