From where come the deepest
cries?
The hollow of emptiness?
The pit of frustratedness?
The abyss of helplessness?
A baby's tears say, it's
time to feed.
An adult's tears say, "I'm
so in need."
All tears at least say,
please, intercede.
The deepest cries blast off
like rockets,
no matter the counter or countdown.
The deepest cries burst
through like water,
wrecking the best dams around.
The deepest cries gush up
like hot oil,
too long held captive underground.
Though the hardest I've ever
cried
Is when I think what would
happen
If deepest cries meet only
other deepest cries,
Who answers, who runs to
be by their side?
Out of the depths,
I cry to You,
oh Lord.
Psalm 130:1
Jonah 2:2
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