There is nothing without You, Lord
my heart, broken in a million pieces
my mind, a cavernous echo
my soul, an empty wasteland 

there, 
I crawl 
and thirst 
and hunger 
wandering aimlessly 
in the dark of night 
and 
the blaring heat of the day

no rest
no peace
no purpose 
other than my own 
which leaves me 
still 
more broken 
more barren 
more alone 

until the echoing of it all 
is louder than the ears of my soul can bare

I cry out to You 
and find You 
right 
there 
waiting 
to 
mend my heart 
quiet my mind 
and 
fill my soul 

always 
right 
there 
waiting 
You are

oh, that my recollection 
of that Truth 
would replace 
the archives of my mind