Fallen

(Based on the form of an Italian sonnet. This is about a lack of faith, and not a loss of it.)

we already know that i’ve fallen from grace
with secrets that no one should tell
does God even know that i already fell
that i no longer can find His face

we already know that i’ve fallen from faith
with doubt that is serving me well
does God even know that i’m sliding to hell
since my hope is still out of place

but i’ve hear that you can stop the floods
and i’ve heard that you can calm the seas
and protect the delicate rose buds
that You sometimes set the captives free
so when will cleanse me from this blood
and when, oh God, will you calm this storm inside of me