On The Shelf

Dear Lord,

I am here to surround my woe to Your Chamber.
I am stepping to the courtyard, my feet have walked through it.
Now I'm on the porch, stand right front the door.
Wishing for what's inside would out and get me.

Dear Lord,
Lift me up with Your Hands for let me touch Your Grace.
Set me free from the dazed, help me to be precise.
I am willing and I am waiting.
Talk, then I will recover.

Dear Lord,
Save me.