One hand out stretched the other clings tight to the present.
Wanting to change, reaching out for more...even though it hurts.
Pelted by the negative "what ifs..."
I stand reaching and thinking.
Not wanting to let go,
not wanting to stay,
stuck in the purgatory of it all.
How can God give you what you deserve if you cling to the pain you know?
He waits for you to let go.