Sometimes it feels like I’m running on an empty tank.
Some days I wake up with a worried mind, feeling You far.
Some other days, I don’t feel You near me, and I start to wonder where You are.

Sometimes I really feel far from You and such days aren’t the pleasant kind of days I’d like to have.
And to realize that I am the one who left and decided to reach somewhere else,
let it be fear, worry, unclean thoughts, it hurts to be out of Your reach.
Your hand has never left me, but I constantly walk away, like a car driving on an empty tank.
How far can I go this way? I wish not to think of such.

How beautiful is your reach for me, I run back to You, to be filled up again.
And when I do, You rejoice in my repentance. And Your arms wide opened
to receive me and welcome me back where I belong.

Author: DK