Save me, for I'm at Your door once again.

Amidst a wreck of plans,broken hopes and tears. Its another realization of where I put my hope, my heart and my soul. Despite the scars and the bruises, I'm back again at Your door. I'm walking toward You one more time, my lesson learned and my intentions re defined. I know, I'm toiling. Toiling towards You. It is tiring. Each step I take is heavier than the last. For I've learned. Again. Nothing should define me, define my happiness or sadness, except You. Here I'm. Once again. I've bled and felt the pain. O Master of my affairs, I'm too weak. Too feeble to carry on. Here I'm- at Your Glorious door once again. I'm down on my knees. A beggar, begging for Your Mercy. My entire self is Yours- all Yours. Please, take me in. Please, save me, yet again. For I'm at Your door once again. *

* I wrote this a couple of months back. One of my writings... right from the heart.