L.S.

sick to the heart again.

it doesn't ring right with me, Lord;
why the desires are there so strongly
to be with someone in particular.

It cuts me up inside, God;
that I cannot be what
she is to me.

tis racking to me
stretching my heart over the flames
desiring what I cannot reach

not the first time Lord;
but I can't remember what the past times were -
it feels like a novel pain.

she smiles and my heart aches
she speaks and my heart breaks.

she walks away and she takes my heart with her.

does my heart idolize, Lord?
what can I do
to cut my heart loose.

but I don't know how, God;
please save me Lord,
for I cannot save myself.

reach Your hand to me
give me comfort again.
teach me anew that the answers I seek
lie with You.

it feels like I'm dying
not me, my heart;
dying from the inability to be with who it wants to be
speak to who it wants to speak to
love who it wants to love;

my heartache is like
a sword cutting into my chest;
how long can it be, before i break.

Lord, release me from the longings
or tell me where my sin is
or break the spell over me
before I really die inside;

because these pains will dry me out
and make me turn to stone again;
Lord, save me.