prayers for the lost.

Run Away

Why cant I just run away from my living hell?

Why don't I just pick my bag and leave out that old front door?

I could move away where I could let my imagination grow and roam without any guilt.

I could build a castle and sanctuary for the Lord.

But how could I just leave?

My friends would they worry? My family would they search, and then there is you Lord and you my best friend that I fight back from the edge.

What would happen to you two?

Would the Lord forget my lonely existence out in the mountains?

Would you finally take that step from that roof?

Would my mom fall into depression of no return?

Would my dad feel anything for my other siblings?

Would my leaving cause my best friend to die on the field of battle without me at his side to help.

And maybe those are why I haven't left yet...

That's why I sit here and wait for the world to fail.

Wait for the country to fail.

Wait for the moment that I can wipe away the ash of my name

And rekindle the reason my name means defender of men.

To help those who can't help themselves.

But here I am sitting in class waiting, and praying that that day never comes.

And until that day I will fight with myself on weather I should stay, or should I run away from this place.

Amen

This prayer is for myself because I never do just pray for me... any way may the Lord bless all who read this... later