By: Kayla Barton
Pain so deep hope so small,
It's as if my mere existence means nothing at all.
Keeping that smile as I scream loud inside,
Holding onto the truth the only thing I can abide.
Long awaited grief boiling over the edge,
My life hanging as a vow, a promise or a pledge.
When is the end to this to which I have walked so long?
I yearn for that day where I sing in joy a new song.
Help me O Lord as I am too tired to weep,
The nearing to the top is getting unbearably steep.
Bruises and blisters I am just now starting to see,
For the time I have left I need You to carry me.Â