Raise Me Up
A t your feet I kneel, Oh God, hungry for your love.
A nswer my cries, Father! Where is your compassion?
A gain and again I fail to see that you are everything, your devotion has no end.
A gain and again I get up off my knees, thinking your compassion does not reach out to me.
N ever will I find a home in your love, I tell myself.
N o place for me is opened in your compassionate heart.
N eed I get back on my knees, to search for a kindness that is not there?
N eed I cry myself out, pour out my heart, call out for a love that can never be for me?
N ow I’m waiting again, praying for grace and compassion.
N o answer I hear, I’m talking to myself once more. When will I realize your love will not come?
N ow these thoughts echo in my mind. My heart berates me for doubting the power of your love.
N ow the shadows wash over me; pride keeps me from seeing my need for your kind redemption.
A lthough I keep up my outward masquerade, keep talking the talk of drowning in your love,
A nyone looking inside my heart will only see doors slammed against your compassion.
A maze me with your grace and loving kindness, Father. My prayerful words are empty.
A maze me, Oh God! Why can’t you hear my heart breaking for your love?
G lory surrounds you, angels sing for you, and all heaven feels your loving devotion.
G reat wonder is it, then, that you do not hear my quiet, whispered pleas for love?
G od, I try to put aside my pride. Please, where is your compassion?
G od, I have only a small voice in an ocean of prayers, but can’t you see? I die without your love.
O nly one voice, one whispered prayer, yet you say you hear even the least request for devotion.
O ne prayer out of millions, one despairing face, one bible with tears staining every word of love.
O h Lord, my Father, I want to believe; yet your kindness has abandoned me.
O h Lord, I am so alone. Will you not spare me one drop of moisture from your river of love?
O range and gold flash over my closed eyes; the sun sets on another day without your love.
O nce again I get back to my feet without any hope of your redeeming compassion.
O nly one person, why should he care? Why should his love cover me at all?
O nly one prayer for kindness that never gets answered, yet why, God? Why must it be mine?
D on’t pass over me, Lord! Won’t you stop for a moment and show me your compassion?
D ry my tears and open my heart again. Only you have the power to save! I long for your love.
D o you hear me? Am I talking to myself, asking the air for your love again?
D o you see me? I’m on my knees! Come down to me; raise me on your grace and compassion!
L ook down on me, God. I raise empty, trembling hands in a plea for love.
L ay your hand on my shoulder, spread your compassion over me like a blanket of mercy.
L onging for what I think I cannot have, I watch with envy as others feel your love.
L onging for you to notice me at last, I cry out to you once more for compassion.
I nside my head, your loving voice breaks suddenly, drowning me in its thunder.
I n my heart I feel you asking me to listen, asking me to stop closing myself to your compassion.
I am no longer talking to myself! Your love is there. It is enough.
I am at once plunged into your river; I see my mistakes and long even more for compassion.
N othing separates me from your love, my pride washes away in your rushing stream.
N ever will you abandon me, your compassion gently unlocks my heart.
N ow will I always look to you first, always believe in your love.
N ow will you answer my prayers at last? No more can I doubt your mercy and kindness.
G od, I believe. Will you help me to trust in your compassion and grace?
G od, will you teach me to listen to your voice? I have faith in your love, do not abandon me!
G od, my Father, will you be my Everything? Teach me to show your love to others.
G od, I am yours, I know your love will raise me up.