My mere words are nowhere near
Of how I feel right now
From a stand to a bow
A kneel to the ground
But still
No words
Just emotions reel in
Just my emotions as real as I feel them
I lift my head to speak
Still no words to leak
Tears as I begin to weep
My words seep from my tears I own
Speaking the very words that my mind chose
But my mouth could not utter
Even if I spoke them
They would come stumbling into a stutter
So, I spoke in this way
Hoping You would understand
What I want to say
That You would comprehend
That I am sorry I can’t speak in Your presence
So, my tears must be my message
My thoughts are unpleasant
I cry at the altar
This is my prayer Father
Take these tears
& put them to paper
Make them into words
For You to read later
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Guest Writer
Madarryl Mial
is a Christian poet whose words flow from intimate communion with God and the quiet revelations of the Holy Spirit. Each of his poems is born not merely from thought, but from time spent in the presence of the Lord — where silence speaks and truth is unveiled.
Guided by the living Word and the whisper of divine insight, he writes to awaken hearts, stir faith, and echo the eternal. His work forms a tapestry of spiritual reflection, biblical meditation, and prophetic clarity — crafted to draw readers into a deeper relationship with Christ.
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