A Conversation

We all have "things"--

Some we hold on to.
Some we let go.
But…some we let wither
Inside the soul.

There they grow old.
There they decay.
Then your love and joy
Gradually fade away.

Until there's nothing left
And you fall to your knees
Begging for help
God, help me please.

Please help me let go,
Please help me to heal,
Please tend to my wounds,
Please show me how to feel.

Please cleanse my soul,
Please ease my pain,
So I can grow closer
To You, the One who Reigns.

Please stay with me.
Never leave my side.
As I deal with the wounds
And not run and hide.

Please fill me with your spirit,
Please fill me with your love,
As you cleanse my soul
From heaven above.

Carry me in your arms
And keep whispering in my ear--
"Fear not my child,
I've always been here.

To comfort and heal
To carry you through
The rest of the darkness
That follows you.

So let go of those "things"
That withered your soul
And trust in Me
I will make you whole!"

Psalm 34:17

"The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles.'