I feel so alone,
Trembling and tiny
In a dark wasteland
I want to be held
As a baby is held,
As I hold my baby
And drink in the scent
Of her hair.
I want the comfort
Of a mother’s arms,
Of one who knows me.
I want to be told
That I will be okay,
That I did what I could,
That all will be well,
And believe.
I want to go home,
To feel I belong
Somewhere safe and warm.
I want to believe
I can somehow learn
To utterly cherish,
And to be cherished
In return.
I want sacrifice
Recognized as love
Without price or fear.
I want there to be
Hope in my broken heart
That my Savior can come,
Break away my pride
And teach joy.
But I feel alone,
Trembling and tiny
In my own wasteland.
