I’m stuck in this mundane life.
Day to day, all the same.
Same motions, same thoughts.
Same emotions, same prayer.
God where are you, I thought you were here.
I’m swimming in your ocean, but I still thirst.
I’m in between the two fires. At least I’m not getting burnt.
I cry out to Lord but there is nothing to save.
My days are filled with you, I always behave.
But it’s not good enough anymore god.
I need you to fill up my cup.
Acknowledge me to the fullest, no quick nod.
The closest I’m to you is not when I am in a pew.
It’s when I stumble and fall, crying out to you.
So Lord, if that’s what it takes. Strip all from me.
Because all of life’s aches are just a small fee.
Bring on the storm, bring on the pain.
I need you lord, I’m sick of mundane.