I am full yet empty
my heart knows but my head says otherwise
How can I be filled yet so dry?
Hearing my brittle bone crack, Lord where are you?

Here, look 'I have always been there' you said, here where?
Where we first met or right now?
I can't seem to tell.
I am supposed to know after all you are my Lord whom I was born to serve

I wonder if Moses, David or Paul felt this way or am i just full of it
I hope they did or my faith is not founded then.
All I am, I give
let me know if its good enough
I am ready to serve my Lord and master.

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