Can I touch my heart, my Lord?
It doesn’t feel like it is there
And I’m so afraid that it’s missing
I’m too afraid to touch it even
I wonder if you’ve been seeing.
There’s a blob of worry in the place
And sweat of anxiety in my bones
My veins have encircled my neck
I wonder if my blood is my death.
Can I touch and feel you, my Lord?
Does it hurt you too?
They tell me we all are parts of you.
I feel alone
Though I have decades of love
Would it make things a little easier
If I believed that you’re somewhere above?
My senses are shamble
And my feet crawl in gamble
And it’s not easy when I sit quietly
It’s hard when I don’t move
But when I move I feel lost
Even though I know I am home.
Can I touch my heart, my Lord?
Tell me that it’ll be there when I do
That it hasn’t left
That you’ll hide me, for I’m still a part of you!
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