I heard the voice of the enemy.
I heard of my soul is in agony.
Where do I run for help?
Where do I run for comfort?
My mind is in anguish posture.
My heart is in intense torture.
Do you hear me? I need healing.
I need answers to my longing.
The desperation of an instant response to my expectation.
In waiting, I scroll on Facebook & Instagram as a distraction.
A coping mechanism, a soul issue that I am afraid to face.
It piled up & getting higher until one day there was an explosion.
My mind wanders into the depths of the universe,
Searching & diving for an explanation.
Makes me tired, exhausted, and frustrated
about doing it on my own.
“Hold my hand” three times I’ve heard from Him.
Failing to heed in the process,
makes my hand loosen with Him without even noticing.
And that was the worst part, so heartbreaking.
Where will I run when things are shaking?
Where will I run when fear manifests in my being?
I run again to the secret place of where He is,
where He speaks, and where I find rest.
Shutting the door.
Shutting the voice of the world.
This time You and me, Lord.
You and me against the world.
I run to the secret place,
A hiding, and my dwelling place.
Enough of searching, I run to Him
He is my unfailing Father.
In that secret place, He affirms.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, He is with me.
That is my confidence.
My God is with me, and I will not be shaken.
I run again in that secret place.
I’ll hold Your hand again.
When it loosens, hold it tighter.
Until I can no longer wander.