My Soul Aches

My soul aches.
It cries for forgiveness.
It cries for compassion,
Understanding.
Yet how can anyone see my pain?
I hide it with a smile.
I joke to mask the evidence.
And my conduct speaks
Completely inaccurate
Of my testimony.
How can anyone know
The betrayal I regret?
How can anyone see my wish
To restore to You the honor?
What can anyone really do about it?
Including myself?
The only one who can see,
Who can know,
Who cares,
And can do anything about it
Is You, Oh Lord.
I pray for Your restoring power.

11-14-2003 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire