Dear Lord.

Dear Lord.

Dear Lord I set my eyes to You,

And pray my prayer might come true,

Please heal my heart and help it mend,

From foolish love, forever it fend.

Please erase this devotion from my soul,

Burn it out like a cancerous mole.

Please let these tears wash away my dreams,

And drown my hopes in their torrential streams. 

Please harden my eyes and turn them to stone,

Let this become their eternal atone.

Dear Lord I set my heart to You,

And pray my prayer might come true,

Please make my life a living slumber,

Until into my cold grave I finally lumber.

Rid me of my ludicrous thoughts,

And let me accept they’re nothing but knots.

Rid me of this childish endeavour,

Seeking love that will last forever.

Rid me of this pathetic stinging heart,

Crucified with a thousand nettled darts.

You’ve taken my heart, dear Lord, and crushed it,

And proven my prayers and hopes unfit,

You’ve taken my soul as a personal plaything,

And mercilessly my spirit You forcefully wring,

You’ve shown me, dear Lord, how valueless my life,

By cutting my heart like the blade of a knife,

You’ve let it be known that my worship is failing,

And that my entreaties to You are nothing but wailing.

I accept that I’m nothing and never beloved,

And onto the shelf I shall ever be shoved.

Warrior Princess