O Lord, I'm feeling hollow,
As if someone or something,
Has drained me of everything,
Emptied, dry, no get up and go.

Yes, Lord, I'm feeling hollow,
I track it to confusion,
Maybe lies and plots infusion,
Entangled, enmeshed, wrestling.

Why, Lord in my hollow,
Is there thick silence creaking,
Though also so, so deafening,
I will stay here until You bid me go.

Fill my hollowness, Lord, my hollow,
Quench the dry and raise me up,
Until I'm running over beyond the cusp,
I'll be here Lord, until You're ready.

There's movement Lord, in this hollow,
Your Spirit has arrived at last,
Soon this hollowness will be in the past,
Fill me up Lord, fill me up.

----dfav
11/22/2020