Detained

Held here like a prisoner

shackled in my pain.

Can it be you will ever hear me?

Or do things just stay the same.

I am bound by my disbelief.

I refuse to own this suffering.

Jesus, you took away my grief,

With your sacrifice of dying.

I know and want to understand.

as the world goes on with it's living.

Why did you choose me for this task?

It's way beyond my giving.

You tell me of dreams

that I cannot see.

You come and visit them too.

Tangible though they may be...

I yearn to be with you.

Then I could peer down from this pain,

no more tears could cloud my eyes.

And I would give you all I have.

A living sacrifice.