The Cry Of The Innocent

Shower me with the blessing the God I know sent you to bless me with. Fill my emptiness with that which only you can fill. Surround me with the love you say you have for me, and set my aching heart free from the chains of lost hope.

I surrender to you, a commoner. Be my imperfectly perfect commoner, and let me show you the love I have left in me so that you may spread that love like the farmer spreads his crops, and let us help me harvest it. 

Hold me in your arms like you are afraid to let me go, for I am a safe dynamite that has not found a good place to blow. Understand that where I came from, and the insecurities that have filled my spirit has led me this far. 

The mistakes hunt and hurt, piercing every nerve each time they come to mind. Could it be who I never expected or whom I always wanted?. There is always a reason to smile and I am trying to find it. Make it easier for me and accept what I have to offer, because someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness, and it took me years to understand that this too was a gift.