A Forlorn Desire

I feel like screaming,

All this pain is so agonizing.

There is zilch that I can do,

About the wounds scaring my soul.

My heart is impaled with a thousand knifes,

There is no stopping the downpour of my eyes.

I cannot have what I want,

And all I can do is crave it.

This longing in my heart,

Has become a forlorn desire.

My soul weeps knowing it can't happen.

For it there is neither a cure, nor a consolation.

Yet, there lies a spark in my heart.

Whose light is enough to illuminate my whole world.

It's warmth makes all the doubt fade away.

Hope and faith overcome the feelings of being awry.

Things may be impossible and beyond my expectations.

But my gracious Creator is completely above these limitations.

My Lord has the power to do all things.

He has given me countless blessings.

He can fulfill my forlorn desire too.

Be patient and pray is all I can do.

Now I have no worries, none whatsoever.

Nothing saddens me, not even my forlorn desire.