Sometimes I get lost,
In the hustle and bustle of each day,
My time with you gets tossed,
And I let other things get in the way.
There's been times that I've felt used,
Doing things for people that don't seem to care,
I'm then left with a pride that is bruised.
A pride that should not even be there.
When I slow down to imagine you,
Way up in heaven upon your throne,
I wonder how you can handle all you do,
And with all the evil do you feel alone.
You constantly pour out your heart and soul,
Into a world of people that don't comprehend,
It must be hard not to swoop in and take control,
Yet instead you wait patiently and try to mend.
Consistantly we turn our heads,
To look the other way,
Rejection is something everyone dreads,
Yet you deal with it a billion times a day.
Your spirit shines brighter than any illumination,
But we close our eyes and accept the dark infection,
Lord your capicity of love is beyond my imagination,
I marvel at your Beautiful and Abounding Affection!