Anguish of the Soul

A weary soul within, a long face on the surface,

the world promises life, happiness, and bliss.

Eat, drink, be merry, are the commands it gives,

the promised paradise resides on an untouchable hill.

I fall in traps of believing so many lies,

my soul becomes burdened and it's hard to disguise.

God, my God, I have fallen short of your glory,

I've disobeyed, stumbled, questioned, and worried.

I thought to myself, "God, how could you withhold?"

When all along, I was digging my own hole.

Good things you have for those who walk upright,

yet I've transgressed and committed evil in your sight.

How could I have done this to you, O Holy Father?

How did I lose sight of you and begin to wander?

I didn't take heed, and in turn I fell,

I abandoned the living water for a poisoned well.

I confess my going astray, it was wrong of me to leave,

my loving Father who loves and cherishes me.

A God merciful, gracious, and slow to anger,

please forgive this child, don't treat me as a stranger.

You saved me when I wanted not an ounce of your grace,

don't leave me now as I desperately seek your face.

For I cling to your Son as my only eternal hope,

for he promised a light burden and an easy yoke.