Ready to go Home

Please hear my cry oh Lord. Hear the prayers of an unworthy man. Why did you create us with such passion? I know the answer to my own question yet still it does not keep me from asking. I do not question your passion when I stare at a painting, when I hold a child, or when lovers kiss. But now I do. When the passion is fleeting and it leaves behind suffering it is hard to remember what it used to bring. Lord please take my suffering. I know there is glory in the suffering I just want to be finished. Please if it be your will take it now. Come back tonight and take me home. To a place where no thief can steel, no fire can burn, and no woman can kill. I am so tired of the chain sin has around me. I long for a day when lust no longer controls my mind. Please Lord come back now. Sound your trumpet and lay waste to this Eden that we have so perfectly destroyed.


Please Father take me home.