One of Those Days

One of Those Days

It's one of those days

One of those days where I

Take that which I love

And scream bloody murder at it

Threatening it silently to never pick it up again

It’s one of those days

Where I see emptiness

I'm not going home

Where's the golden fields?

Where's the dream?

Oh right.

I just beat it down

It's one of those days

Where I feel nothing

Not hurt

Not sorrow

Not pain

Not joy

Not anything

And oh Lord,

Oh precious Lord!

I just want to feel again!

I want to feel your love in my heart

Not only anger

I want that never ending hope

But I find only sadness

Why are you silent

Oh God of my fathers?

Why do you not speak?

Why can I not hear you?

Why can I not feel you,

Even though I know you are near?

Why does the Lord of creation

not answer my prayer?

Oh sweet Jesus,

Have mercy on me

And let me feel again!

It's one of those days I guess.

When I am in the lion's den.

It doesn't look any different.

Sky is still the ever present blue

Sun is still shining

But there is no love

There is no kindness

There is only the

emptiness of the lives

of the people around me

And Lord I am begging you

I have come before your throne

I beseech you

to pour your love into me

So that I might feel again

So that I might smile at the emptiness

Glad that you are there

For though you are silent

Through the trial

And through the storm

You have given me a boat

On which I can sail

I can sail until I reach the end

Until the sweet embrace of my Lord

Takes me home.

Until then

I will stand before your throne

I will stand before it

with humble pleas

For the lost

For the broken

For the weary

For the downcast

For the lonely

For the hurt

For I was all of those things

I still feel as if I am that way

But even though I may be in the midst of the vilest of storms

You are there

And oh sweet and merciful God

You hear my pleas

You hear them from unclean lips

And father,

Oh father,

I cannot wait to run home to you

I cannot wait to run home to you

And be swept up by loving arms

And so I bow.

And I plea

And I weep.

Bring my brothers home Lord!

Bring my sisters back sweet Jesus!

And I will be here, forever knelt,

At your feet until then

And oh merciful Lord

Oh,

I cannot wait to run home to you

           It simply just must be one of those days