Cast me not away from thy presence

Oh the emotions that brews from hearing these words.

Chained emotions please surface thy lips.

The yearn is seen in the lifting of thy hands.

May it be heard too?

I vow to give thee everything. But the fight I long to win once again begins.

Kneeled I purge all unwanted things. But somehow unwanted find their way back into my sored soul.
Repeatedly words are spoken by me. Hypocrite feel I. What manner of shakiness is this?

Is the ground unsteady or am I too clever for my own self.

Fool not the one I say, for knowing is his thing.

As magic flowing from a hand, I wish it be mines, so I can root out these fowl ways that un-smart me.

Do your voice reach broken?

Can your words be heard by weak?

Will a seat be prepared for late?

Oh how it hurts even though a thought. To imagine crowns prepared for friends and family, even foes. Where do I stand? I beg to know.

But will it be something ever told? Tears run tremendously from the heart. The pain grows by every thought. Fix not just the outer but inner deeply. I need to know, I need to feel, I need to hear every word indeed.

As I wait in this moment. A humble pray I lay to thee.

CAST ME NOT AWAY FROM THY PRESENCE