I feel like I’m flatlining.
My crushed heart is dead.
I don’t love people;
Maybe I never did.
What is there to hope for?
Everything is violated by sin,
And it’s hard to believe
Anything could ever feel good again.
My faith has become
Bitter waters:
The neglected tears
Of the rejected daughter.
But I drop these deaths,
Like a dead sparrow, at Your door.
I ever know, beyond all I see,
You are infinitely more.
Unless the walls get torn down,
No sunlight falls inside the tomb,
But the reality of sunlight
Is greater and truer
Than the enclosed gloom.
viewingcamelot 
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