Dumpty is Sitting

I’ve been asking for some help, for a hand up,

But as I sit here in the pit, waiting on someone to show up

I start thinking, “What point is this, this silly futility?

Is there any blessed utility in me being up there, on top?”

Because if I’m all alone up there, it’s just a higher place –

A much, much higher place - from which I can fall.

           

So, look down here, Love, at the base of the wall,

Dumpty is sitting, so afraid of it all, crying

 “Love, pick me up, fix me up, wrap me up too,

But please, you got to, if I get out, you got to-

Please, don’t forget to-

Bring me...send me…deliver me, Love, to you.”

I’ve been looking for some hope, for a heads up,

But as I sit here in the dark, wanting for some things to look up

I start wondering, “What sense is this, it’s really insanity-

Is there any blessed sanity- in looking out there, to hope?”

Because if I’m on my on out there, hope is just a smiling face –

A sad, sad smiling face – that’s waiting to fall.

So, look down here, Love, at the end of his all,

Dumpty is trying- some Hope to recall, asking you

 “Love, lift me up, pick me up, wrap me up too,

But please, you got to, if I get up, you got to-

Please, don’t forget to-

Bring me...send me…deliver me, Love, to you.”

January 13, 2014

Turn, O Lord, deliver my life;
save me for the sake of your steadfast love. (Psalm 6:4, ESV)