one in a million

One in a million
Pieces to choose from,
Is it fiction or is it not,
I walk and deteriorate into
a million pieces.

Around me
Alone I stand
but on my knees
You are near me.

Oh, my distress,
My drenched out heart
one that beats slower,
slower,
slower,
every
single
time.

Still mother says
God is near to help
and proofs come flying in
yet I stumble and cry
I cry and despair
and then I write.

Yet we pray
we thank God
for His grace
and tears roll
down.

Holding on to hope
I sleep
tonight.