A Young Faith's Prayer: a short poem

I'm laying in this bed, with a burden on my chest.
My body isn't tired, but my soul can get no rest.
I'm looking at the ceiling, and all I see is dark.
I want your light to burn, but I need a spark.

Don't let my fire dwindle, don't let it fade away.
I'm rolling off my sheets and on the floor I'll pray:
Why'd you let them go? Did they have to leave that way?
In the end there's victory, but will they see the day?

My heart is for the lost; my soul is safe I know.
I need your understanding; I want my faith to grow.
I want to be your tool, so people come to you.
So send me people searching, looking for what's true.

I know there are people wondering the reasons for this life.
I know there are people pondering why they stay alive.
When they start questioning, "Should I take my life?"
Send your spirit rushing in, and help them through the night.

I know that there's a God as I look up to the sky.
Even with my doubts, I know that you're alive.
Let me share this truth, and help people through their struggles.
You've guaranteed to hold us up, not lift us from our troubles.

© 2012 Brian M. Loewer All rights reserved.

More Poetry by this Author:

Whiskey & a Bible

I Don't Believe in Death

Footprint's You've Made