Late night (early morning) scribbles.
It’s 3 a.m. and the lights are low
And my mind has no where left to go
But to that place I long to be
That special place for You and me.
A place where I must go alone
Away from even those at home
Sometimes I wonder if they knew
How much I need to be with You.
My desire sometimes seems too much
For a God I cannot see or touch
Each day I need You more and more
I cannot stop the tears that pour.
I am not sad and yet I cry
I can’t explain the reason why
Except to say they pour for You
For all You’ve done and all You do.
I long to be just where You are
(A childlike wish hung on a star).
But I am grown and so I pray
That in my life You’ll have Your way.
These words have failed to impart
The desire that burns within my heart.
Sometimes I feel my heart has shattered
… I wish I lived a life that mattered.
Perhaps all I really need to do
Is find my focus just on You,
Not to accomplish some great task
But to respond to all You say and ask.
Yet as the hours approach the day
I am blessed that I can say
I’ve lost myself and all I am
In Your presence… at 3 a.m.
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