encounter

my eyes, hardly open, and yet, sees so much despair.
my heart, slowly beating, bursts open with agony.
my soul, barely hanging on, weeps.

where are you, dear Lord?
when will you return, dear Jesus?



"i had heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees You; therefore i despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes."
Job 42:6