As I lie in my bed, I start to dream. Deep thoughts arouse in my mind. I start to sink into a world unknown…
I imagined his silhouette so strikingly beautiful. A heavy, strong fellow I would say. Tempting to the mind and tantalizing to the taste, I knew that this quest was too much to handle, but I couldn’t stop. I was too far gone. I didn’t know what I‘d gotten myself into but, I didn’t belong. “Lord help me,” I say, “This is beyond my powers…” I flip open a bible to the book of psalms, “Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste…”
Weak Man’s Prayer
“Make Haste Oh God to deliver me
Make Haste Oh God I Plea
You see
My life is Shattering
And no joyful praise there can be
So make haste oh God, Make haste oh God, Make Haste Oh God,… for me.”
-Cheryl A. Baldwin
Imagined his silhouette I,
Imagined it heavy,
I imagined it strong
I, imagined it…
Stepped into a world too much for the senses
The mind
The soul…
Left feeling
Raped by his heated figure and
Moistened by the sweat on his tongue
I get down on my knees,
and pray to the Heavens that I was wrong.
That my sheets weren’t just hydrated
That my mind wasn’t just gone,
again
and again I pray to the Lord that I was wrong.
That my bubble guts didn’t just
Pop!
and fade away
That my life didn’t just began a new song
“Caught up in the rapture of love”
But I don’t belong...
I’m in a world without my God.
and I’ve been here too long
Loved everything he did to me, but my God, he knew, this journey I shouldn’t have come along.
So I pray and pray, that I was wrong.
I prayed and prayed that it was still a dream, and that I had just imagined everything that this world had to offer. I prayed all night long. I envisioned the disappointment of the Lord, and didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. Well… to end my story… I guess, I knew I was wrong. I knew that, what I had done in my mind had somehow resurrected into reality, and I knew I was too late … It felt like something I couldn’t even pray for…But I did.
As I flip my eyes to the next verse, I pray in synchronized prayer, “But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God, thou art my help and deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.
I imagined his silhouette so strikingly beautiful. A heavy, strong fellow I would say. Tempting to the mind and tantalizing to the taste, I knew that this quest was too much to handle, but I couldn’t stop. I was too far gone. I didn’t know what I‘d gotten myself into but, I didn’t belong. “Lord help me,” I say, “This is beyond my powers…” I flip open a bible to the book of psalms, “Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste…”
Weak Man’s Prayer
“Make Haste Oh God to deliver me
Make Haste Oh God I Plea
You see
My life is Shattering
And no joyful praise there can be
So make haste oh God, Make haste oh God, Make Haste Oh God,… for me.”
-Cheryl A. Baldwin
Imagined his silhouette I,
Imagined it heavy,
I imagined it strong
I, imagined it…
Stepped into a world too much for the senses
The mind
The soul…
Left feeling
Raped by his heated figure and
Moistened by the sweat on his tongue
I get down on my knees,
and pray to the Heavens that I was wrong.
That my sheets weren’t just hydrated
That my mind wasn’t just gone,
again
and again I pray to the Lord that I was wrong.
That my bubble guts didn’t just
Pop!
and fade away
That my life didn’t just began a new song
“Caught up in the rapture of love”
But I don’t belong...
I’m in a world without my God.
and I’ve been here too long
Loved everything he did to me, but my God, he knew, this journey I shouldn’t have come along.
So I pray and pray, that I was wrong.
I prayed and prayed that it was still a dream, and that I had just imagined everything that this world had to offer. I prayed all night long. I envisioned the disappointment of the Lord, and didn’t want to be a part of this anymore. Well… to end my story… I guess, I knew I was wrong. I knew that, what I had done in my mind had somehow resurrected into reality, and I knew I was too late … It felt like something I couldn’t even pray for…But I did.
As I flip my eyes to the next verse, I pray in synchronized prayer, “But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God, thou art my help and deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.
