Yearnings of a Soul

By Pam

These are poems expressed by a person who has faced great pain and brokenness, searching for God in their darkness and finally being saved from death itself. The poems are an expression of the thoughts, feelings, questions about one's existence and importance in the midst of grave experiences, that almost feel like suffocating. The expressions are deep and explicit, a cry for help and answers to a God who seems to not be listening... and then finally a final act of being saved by the very God this person doubted existed.
There are also expressions of purpose, asking about one's existence in the most relatable way...trying to understand if indeed there is a plan regarding their life, having a conversation with God about their thoughts and feelings in this regard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pam
• Release date: Jun 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393281351

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THE HYMNS OF A BROKEN SOUL

My soul was broken from within, shattered into pieces

I did not know where to start in putting it together,

the darkness around me did not allow for me to see even one tiny piece

how was I supposed to put it all together?

when my eyes could not guide my hands

When my hands had no direction or feeling

All I wanted was some help

All I wanted was a helper to come and shine some light around me

I was not looking for a savior to put the pieces together for me,

No, I became so desperate that all I wanted was that light

I stayed still in my own darkness, scared to move as I feared crushing the already shattered pieces of myself

I was terrified that I would become my own worst enemy

People passed me by who looked like they were there to bring some light

But all they did was step on what was already broken leaving me in agony

It went on and on, me being still and treacherous people stepping on my shattered soul

It felt like it would never end, the worst part was they came dressed as those who wanted to love me

Yet all they thought about was what they could take from me,

I allowed it in my weak state, because my desperation was a sweet scent to those who prey on other people

I was a willing party, so desperate for light she did not see that these were predators out for her soul

Lions in sheep’s’ clothing, ready to take all if allowed, and indeed they got what they wanted

Leaving me as an empty vessel, making more noise looking for light, not knowing

that, this sound was the call to all predators to come and feast on her goodness and leave a black hole that no man could fill up

In this desperate place, this place that held no hope, in this place where only darkness and emptiness existed, a miracle happened

A savior showed up

It seemed too good to be true,

He said, ‘I will heal all your wounds, I will fill you up with my Spirit and put your soul together with my bare hands’

I was skeptical and I said ‘how are you different from those who have walked into my life and left me empty and even more broken’

And He