The sun streaming in through the slats of my window.
Trees dressed in their evening gowns of splendor,
gracefully whispering praises to their Maker.
The glistening soil, quietly resting after a long and fruitful year.
The feeling of overflowing in my heart, after all that He's blessed me with.
Feeling so lonely and alone that He becomes my everything.
Wondering what heaven will be like, and missing those that have already went.
Desperately trying to find my purpose in life,
because it feels like I've lived so long and accomplished so little.
Missing just hanging out with friends, and not having to worry about small talk and impressions.
Wishing I could quit hating myself so much, and feeling like such a constant failure.
So grateful for His love, that it makes me cry.
How could He love a wretch like me?
How can He love me,
when I desperately deserve to be hated?
You're the only hope that I'm clinging to,
And I hope You know, that I can't live without You...