On a humble knee,
Head bowed low,
I kneel at the throne of grace.
Eyes flickered close,
lips pressed tight,
In my mind's eye, fervantly dialing God's 1-800 network of prayer.
"Lord? Are you there? It's me again with my heart on the line
Nearly a whole week has gone awry, since I last called up
And gave you a try.
My mind has been empty, my heart filled with grief
Like a seeping wound of emotions.
Lost in a sea, the rough crashing surf of life
Tosses me in its deep dark depths.
I try in vain, it seems, to make ripples of my own in another's life
The sonic boom of life here leaves me drained at the end of a day
And I graciously await the cotton comfort warmth
Of a night filled with dreams.
It's an unending circle, a daily search for misplaced items.
But, Lord, at the end of this week's struggle's
I discovered, rather alarmingly, that one of those misplaced items
I couldn't find anywhere...was my heart.
I thought maybe you could help me find it.
Lord it's me. Are you there?"
---Someone answered.