This Offering

The sum of tears that roll down my cheek,
Few words that are far too painful to speak,
When I can’t lift my arms because I am weak.

A grief-stricken heart that is now left hollow,
For great trouble has come and robbed it with sorrow,
When the pain in my loins runs deep to the marrow.

Betrayed, neglected, wounded, and left for dead,
Restless nights are all I know when I lay to rest my head,
When I am too distracted to recall any words You’ve said.

Lord, I am ashamed, empty-handed, nothing to bring,
But all of this and the little bit of sanity to which I cling,
Desperately, oh, how I need thee. Father, please take this offering.

Published by niacaraw

I am an educator, a wife of 25 years, and mother of three beautiful children. I have taught the word of God to all ages and love to share it in creative ways. I've always had a passion for written expression. Over the years, I have documented my personal thoughts and prayers. Poems, devotionals, worship songs, and more have come from my life experiences. Now, I am ready to share them with the hope that lives and hearts will be changed as well as greatly blessed. I am flawed but striving for perfection in Christ. Although I have fallen short of the glory of God, I am forgiven. I am loved with an everlasting love. I am FREE! View more posts