Empty Prayers

Empty prayers
laced with doubt
grasp my soul and hold me back.

A misty hand
reaches out.
I fear that I cannot reach now.

Trust is difficult to give but
 I can hope.
Oh, can I not hope

That someone’s there to
hear the prayers
laced with doubt and spilling out?

Why can’t I know
I’m not alone
crying for somewhere to go?

Inside my mind
it’s all numb
but if I’m wrong, I might feel some.

Some of what I locked inside
lost the key
and tried to hide.

I would stop
if not for
the calm I feel from hoping.

Yes, I would stop
if not for
the fear that something’s coming.

Am I a fool?
Are They real?
These empty prayers will never tell.

What is the harm
in wanting
just one little thing to hold?

Can I have just a little thing
that will not
leave me feeling cold?

Mixed messages
surround me.
I don’t know where to turn.

“Your empty prayers
can’t save you.

Oh, will you ever learn?”

“Your prayers will clear your troubled mind.
He’ll help you
and what you need, you’ll find.”

As I think, I understand
I’m so scared
of what might not be.

But, in my heart, I always knew
what it was
that I should do.

With empty prayers I make a stand.
Clasped in my hand
I hold His plan.

At least for now, I will not waver
at the feet
of Him I trust.

For no harm can be done in

not knowing

where empty prayers fall.