See Me

I’ve got something to say, a hard pill for you to swallow.

For all I ever wanted from you was kept away as I inevitably would follow.

You left me with a festering wound that hasn’t properly healed.

You spit me out, only to tug me back in as you spun your reel.

You say how can I be a Christian and treat you this way.

My answer is still why couldn’t you love me; see me just for one day?

Forty four years clinging, grabbing at anything you will give, or hand out.

But I’ve learned hanging from the promise of you leaves me empty inside, a drought.

Well I still have something to say. Not to cause you pain but to show you…

I’ve found a Love to replace what you wouldn’t give, what was due.

He’s teaching seven times seventy every waking hour.

And His word, oh his Word, do I devour.

The promise of Him, I’ll hang on to forevermore.

Until I come and set my feet on that other shore.

And when I do, I hope He can show me why.

You chose to hurt me so early, causing me to be gun-shy.

I’m not cruel and bitter, for I want for you so much more.

To find your way to an alter and use it for what it’s for.

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