WHEN TO GOD

I'm in a sea of ​​turmoil Tengelam
Soothing expanse of prairie
Unable to feel reassured me.


I'm drowning in the ocean of indecision
Crystal clear waters are memorable not make me feel uncomfortable
Not satisfy the thirst is



God now I hesitate to tread life
Stone - increasingly steep rock - more block
Where's God rid of turmoil
When the exploits of faith began in the arid soul.


I told myself bursting into tears increasingly sensitizing
Increasingly shrill scream dispelled my soul
As if all that is cornering
As if all that is reluctant to give aid.


God
Until when I buried doubts
How long will my inner experience of suffering
Only I give thee all.