Contrition

I’ve been running hard away from you

 I say to myself ‘too ill to pray’, just stuttered prayers, a hurried thought

My head too jumbled to think, my body wracked with pain

How do I find my way back to you?

 My heart has felt so cold and distant

 How do I find my way back to you?

Oh God, oh God,hear my cry

You alone pull on my heart

You alone pursue and call me and pull me back

As I sit here and watch the sunset, I try to still my heart.

I try to calm my racing thoughts and find my way back to you God.

I know you hear my cry.

I  know you read my heart. I lay my guilt at your feet and I ask you to forgive me for being wayward and slow to seek you

So many excuses

But as I look at you, face to face they dry on my tongue

And open handed I recognise them for what they are

There is no excuse

So here I am contrite and bowed low asking you to draw near once more