Anything but.

I cry out. 

I beg and seek and weep and mourn. 

I ask of the living God 

For anything, 

Anything but silence. 

I cry, I yell, I grip and hold onto his robe

for as long as I can. 

I give my whole heart to following his instruction. 

And what I ask in return, 

Is anything, 

Anything but silence. 

I preach the word which 

he has called me to preach, 

I am given his book and told to tell of his character in it. 

And what I ask in return, 

Is anything, 

Anything but silence. 

And in what do I write this?

What one thing do I dread to continue in life in?

What do I beg for freedom from? 

Silence. 

My cries,

my preaching,

my seeking,

my pain, 

Is met now, 

With nothing, 

Nothing but silence