A Cry Out

 I don't know how many "How are you?"-s I've been not able to answer

Because I want to say that I'm great, I'm good, but I really am not

I'm stressed, I'm tired, and I don't know how long would my last strength last

I want to be honest 

but the risk of being honest might bear a heavier consequence than when I'm silent

I want to be hopeful

but every hope seems to fail

I want to have faith, I really want to and have been trying to

but somehow I grow numb

Unless you come and meet me here Lord

Unless you mend my wings and give me strength

I don't think I could ever make it

You know me the most since You've weaved me in my mother's womb

I am all frail and weak and all I hope is this one thing..

for You to hear my cry and meet me here, o Lord