Emptiness

I am empty Lord,

like this tree.

Calling out to you,

so innocent and free.

You lift me up,

and hold my hand.

You'll do great things

and make me whole again.

Why the pain?

Why so much?

I've got it now!

It's in your touch.

You're standing at the top

of my deep, dark hole,

calling out,

to the depths of my soul.

You are here,

to pull me out

to stand up tall,

not to sulk and pout.

Shine your light Lord,

in this hole here,

so I can see the rope,

to climb on out,

without any fear.