Dear Lord,

Its like I'm getting taller
But, in reality
I'm getting smaller.
Stand with the torch in my hand,
it not lit, it never began.
With smoke and mirrors,
it was all a trick?
Lost my shirt,
with my heart nailed onto it.
I really tried to do my best,
I gave the truth, nothing less.
Ray of sunlight,
you might be gone,
not enough time to right my wrongs.
You saw a glimpse of me,
that few rarely, if at all, see.
A light that shines so deep.
So, Lord I give unto you,
my thoughts and confessions
to judge me through.
If this is the way
I am supposed to feel,
I'll do what is needed to
keep the deal.
If this is the place
where you want me to be,
All I ask from you, is
to set my mind at ease.

-Amen