Constant Caller

Weeping fills my days,

Pain a constant caller,

The voices of my wailing echo in my ears.

My dry eyes lie about my soul.

My soul longs for  place far away, 

far away from here. 

A place with no more pain, 

no more tears, 

no more weeping. 

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Deep Clean

So often I weep, so often

    tears flow with every blubbering noise.

How often can I think I’m 

    shattered, how many times can

    I be glued together?

Somehow You collect each tear;

   You collect every shard of me and keep it

    to piece it back together.

Like the potter’s gifted hands, it’s mended on the wheel.

My moans of distress, cease,

    and whimpers of fear end.

Those oozing tears are cleansed with 

     stinging disinfectant.

Troubles vanish from my bones,

     for God has rescued me from prides danger.

The Lord has grabbed me out of the puddle of self-pity.

He gives me hope to bear each scrape;

     until his complete time of healing comes;

     His time is now!

His healing has come, His mending will come:

    Now and forever more. 

Migraine

Kneeing down by my bed, I 

Pray unto God. 

This pain so deep, I cannot bear it.

My mind is poked with thousands of needles. 

I feeling my veins pumping gallons of blood.

My nerves throb with signals of unending pain.

I hold my head in my hands covering my ears with my hands.

I try to muffle the noises to stop the heightened sensations.

My face to the ground, I cry to God in agony.

Pull out the thousands of needles in my skull.

Shelter me from sound and sight with the grasp of Your gentle arms.

Please be near to ease the pain. 

It will not leave my aching brain.

Stilled and silenced by your presence, 

You speak to me.  

The poking needles is no longer overwhelming.

The throbbing of my pulse begins to slow, I begin to see relief.

There isn’t a feeling of total grief. 

God this is a burden that I will love with,

It is a thorn in my side,

But I know you can heal. 

I pray until its done: heal me completely.