• Author B. D. West

It

What is it? That hole inside? God did not intend for me to be alone. To him alone I confide. What is it? Love I miss. Passion, touch, a tender stolen kiss. No one earned it, I gave it away. What is it? A search? No more loneliness, insecurity, endless poverty. Did God whisper and I missed it? What is it? A much needed prayer. A miracle for this prisoner. Yes Lord, I built my walls brick by brick. I ignored your calls, made my walls thick. On my knees I declare. Listen if you dare! I’m ready now! I’m watching. I’m waiting. I’m waiting. Dear God help me! I’m waiting.

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