By Eniola Johnson
I stand here broken, shattered in irrecoverable pieces
Heart swelling in a mixture of unexplainable emotions
I am hurt.
I can’t seem to function
And tears tear out of my eyes without permission
I lift my hands
Reluctantly, hesitatingly,
I start to talk, pouring out the bitterness,
Laying down the burden that promises to rip me apart and crush my tiny heart
I’m talking but I don’t know where I find the courage to say ‘Thank you’
I start muttering songs that I had forgotten in my fit of rage
I am transformed and I can feel your joy all over me
I am standing in the Splendour of your majesty
As I find peace on my knees
And I can’t even feel the pain of what brought me before you
Bu I’m glad I’m here.
In this very moment, there is nothing
My greatest ally humbly takes a bow and exits
In this very moment, there is nothing I can say
As I’m left with mouth agape muttering
“Ah, Ahhhh, AHHHHH”
Over and again because the keys to communication has deserted me
I try to explain how good you have been to me Lord and I’m back to muttering incoherently
Words fail me Lord and I’m left speechless.
I Peter 1:4