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Empty

 I am so empty, feeling like I'm floating in a river of hopelessness 

When I should feel joy in the Lord, all I am consumed with is loneliness

In the morning, on to the night, I inwardly and sometimes outwardly weep

Into my heart, soul, and mind the dark and saddening feelings have seeped 


Though I belong to God, I do not know Him, and I cry in sorrow

I am waiting for His peace and joy to pierce me through joint and marrow 

Yet, even in the knowledge that only God can fulfill, I sigh

For I do not remember how this feels, to be enchanted by the God most high


I have heard that drugs and alcohol leave you empty and lost

They do not mention food and TV also come with a lonely cost 

I have searched for the thing that makes my heart sing in content

All I have found is guilt and strive, which have led me to resentment 


Even as I sit here in my sadness, I feel no hope or chance for peace

All I feel is depression and wanting and everlasting pain, taking over me 

If I could reach out and touch the glory that is Jesus, I could be healed 

But I don't dare take the leap of faith, for I fear He cannot fix me, that nothing will 


For the sake of my husband, friends, church, and my soul, I must reach out

And see what clinging to nothing but Christ's robe and comfort will bring about 

I must taste and see that the Lord is good, oh how I long to know, feel, and see

The God that can take away the meaningless, the sadness, the darkness,...the empty.

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