Tears of My Secret Place (Poem)
It is the darkest
Of nights, tears flow down
And Lord, you know
What they mean;
You know more than I do.
I truly want to change,
Lord, I am tired;
Tired of saying, “I will stop… this year”,
And do worse than the previous.
My spiritual life, O Lord,
Is in a state
I can’t even comment about it.
Beyond this poem,
Lord, I come again
To say, “Lord help me, I am tired.”
“Woe is me!”, cried Prophet Isaiah;
Same is me, O God,
If I am not saved from this path.
Please, heal me, O Lord,
And I shall be healed;
Save me and I shall be saved;
For thou art my hope.
Tears of My Secret Place
Only if there was someone to help, someone who would listen without a hint of judgment, someone who understands what I am going through. Only if I could find someone.
Sometimes, we lose track of looking for someone who can help with our problems. Though we are surrounded by peers and families, teachers and pastors, we feel uncertain on whom we can confide in, but hope to mysteriously find that person.
Even when we can, or can’t find, or we are afraid to relate with anyone what we are experiencing, be reminded that Jesus is ever there, willing to listen. He will listen and help, only if we would speak to Him. He knows and understands our pain and sorrow. Don’t wait until you find that individual that fulfills all your requirements, speak to Jesus today.
I dedicate this poem to all those who feel lost, depressed and given to secret sins; all those who find it hard to overcome their addictions, those feeling too weak to fight, who have tried again and again, but failed. May the Lord God help us all, for it is by His grace and mercies alone can we stand and enter His eternal rest.
“But those who trust in the LORD will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31, NLT).