Death swallows me a little more
In a room where I have shut the door
And kept you out, for you are still
The God of my hope. Resist my will
And save me from my own desires
Shunning mercy, setting fire
To my own skin. See what I've done
And by your love don't let me run.
My confidence is useless here,
And helplessness ignites my fear;
For you and you alone I love.
Show me how I am not enough--
Confronted. Take the life I laid
Before your throne. I am unmade.
postscript
Written during a migraine. Feeling more than a little helpless without Him.