January 30, 2000

The Pit

gone

what once I held so dear

so removed beyond my power

that even the desire

has died

Lord God

you have seen fit

for what ever cause

to take from me this

treasure

leaving only

an empty pit

filling with grief

this soul once

filled with delight

in your service

oh my God

that you would rend the skies

come down and speak

explain why I feel this grief

why you took my joy

and tell my weeping soul

the purpose of your plan

where else is comfort ‘midst these tears

what other power heals this wound

who but you can bear my trust

I stand upon your ball

a man of your creating

wanting only to please you

and you took from me my joy

and tonight

where once you made me brave

I stood in terror

and

       I

               don’t

                       know

                               why