How do I begin to pen the outcries of my heart?
How do I express the deep groaning of my soul?
Is this what life has to offer me?
Am I born to feel this way?
Where can I find the pure joy that they say?
In you, Lord, yes, I know.
But where and how, please let me know.
As I have observed other people’s lives I can’t help but be teary-eyed
My friends enjoy the privileges I do not even have
Am I being jealous? Envious? I do not really know
But what I do know is that this life I live is unfair?
Lord, do I deserve this kind of life to live?
Are my sins this heavy?
That I have to suffer this way?
This may not be a problem to others and to some this is no big deal
But no one really knows the extent of how I feel
Yes, what I feel is not a matter of life and death
But I guess this is enough to kill any dreams I have always cherished
When you are forgotten and excluded
Struggling, trying to let both ends meet
When all you do is work your best and yet your efforts are not accepted
A pat on the back just so you will be encouraged
I have been emptied of any motivation
Denied of strength to keep on
Tired of relating to people
Oh, God, breathe life into my spirit
Let my soul live.