The Furrows Around My Eyes...

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each night that I lie in bed,
Where neither right nor left is right,
I toss and turn thinking,
What if tonight is the last night I lie here?
Will the pillow underneath my head be of earth tomorrow?
Or of more than I've ever seen in my mortal years?

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each time Your Name beats in my mouth,
Each time It beats in my breath,
Each time It beats in the still silent night,
I cry myself to bed,
Not entirely sure if I'm scared of You or desperately long for You!
I cry myself to bed, overwhelmed by silence.

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
For the time I wasted, that was my every breath,
For not being capable of not wasting them,
For not knowing what to do,
For this prison that are my limbs,
For my soul that wants to soar and fly,
For this prison that is my being,
For my abject dependence on You.

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
And they have made me small and insignificant because they now see Your Presence,
I hope for them to be an intercession for my limbs,
That only knew paralysis in the throes of passion, and faces of anger!