The cry of the broken vessel...

Father, can You unlock the door to your throne room and let me enter in?
Will You allow me to sit at Your feet and lay my head upon Your lap?
Will You stroke my hair and wipe the tears as they stream down my cheek?
Will You expand my comfort zone by breaking the barriers I have constructed around myself?
I have no words in the moment
But my Spirit is melancholy...
My pain drips from every pore of my being
Yet Your Glory comforts me
With unspoken communication
You understand everything I am trying to say
And with the warmth and gentleness of your smile
I know I am going to be alright

Where men have failed Lord,
You continue to stand strong...