Only by You am I.
Faith has lead me hear.

Time passes by,
Sifting slowly like snow,
through dark stillness.
Cushioning - smothering.
The empty awareness.

Awakened to desolate silence.
The red coal crouches deeper;
felt like abandornnent,
of our very lives.

Experiences that become devalued.
Yet are still intact. Wounds,
that are like leprosy.
Tears that fall carelessly down;
deadly in their painlessness.

An ebbing numb ache,
flows back and forth.
Like a night tide,
that possesses conscience.

Burned out building,
that still remain standing.
Ossified monuments within us.
Derelict; yet too polluted to tear down.

At my loss I - Looked.
Not one thing remained.
Not one thing still lived.
A life rendered forfeit.

In death I said,
'Empty my heart Lord,
take away all that is within'
Only Your hands are before me;
for my life has gone from me.

But Your love was with me,
before I came to ask.
Your care you had given,
before I had eyes to see.

For the way was the door,
and the door - was Jesus.