Draw Me Closer to You

woman sitting in field gazing at mountain with sunlight

My tears were not laid to waste, 

For with every shudder of my weeping was a prayer,
A psalm that could not be sung without tears.
In the salt of my tears was my resolve,
And in my breath was a testament of Your covenant with Israel,
My heart was heavy with the hatred laid upon my shoulders.
My soul cried out,
My bones trembled,
My lips closed off.
In that moment,
Isolation was my lot,
And it seemed that grief was my only friend.
 
My lips opened,
I said a prayer,
Draw me closer to You.
 
Now I stand before You,
Closer now than ever before,
Yet still so far away from You.

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