Five Minutes In
by Kathleen HighamA shadowy light filters through
Another day has just begun
My mind slowly embraces it
As these eyes seek the sun.
I actually feel my heartbeat
The first prayer in my head
Reaching for my Bible
Sitting quietly on my bed.
Always, I thank Him for today
Often crying, five minutes in
My thoughts have overtaken me
And already, comes the first sin.
Not the sin of a loving heart
I know that gift is there
It's the yearning for another life
Growing older, why do I care?
My prayers come pleading, God
How can I be so weak?
Expressing in my anguished soul
Only You know what I seek.
Looking to my Christian friends
Desiring to be like these
But, I have failed completely
Even though I want to please.
Every morning begins the same
I am only five minutes in
I pray that You would hear me
Release me from this sin.
A shadowy light filters through
A notebook, pencil in my hand
This is how You teach me
Writing what You command.
No one walks a perfect path
But, a desire burns within
Your words touch the paper
Then, erase away all my sin.
