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Dear God
Dear God, yesterday was insane, I begged for You by name, The drugs began, the sex ended, dark thoughts grew in rage, This little life of mine went from furnace to a Bic flame, You could step in any moment, change my life, yet You stay the same… Silent on Your throne, omnipresent, but hard to be found, Are my tears not loud enough, do they not make a sound? Is my heart not shattered, veins not broken enough, Do I add another inch just to prove that it’s rough? Am I chasing the wind, waiting quiet, waiting still, Overwhelmed with failure, wondering if You even will… Why breathe life in me if it’s helpless and lame, If God is love, does that mean that You’re also my pain? I bowed my knee, I spoke Your name, But everything around me stayed the same… I’m screaming prayers into the rain, Just hoping Heaven hears the pain… Dear God, do You hear me when I’m breaking? When the night won’t let me sleep? I’m surrounded but I’m shaking, Got a faith I’m trying to keep… If You’re near, then show me something, Send a sign, send me a flame… ‘Cause I’m tired of surviving, And I’m tired of the pain… Abandonment, embarrassment, disgrace my only friends, Always saying sorry, tears been falling down my face, Left a road from eyes to heart, I memorized the place, Funny thing about my tears… they never walk away… They kiss my cheeks, they blur my speech, they give me something real, My vice ain’t crazy, I love my tears more than I love how I feel, You never speak, You never move, You always do this thing, Let me drown in all this silence while I’m begging You to sing… My oil’s gone, my lamp is dim, here comes another storm, Let it wash me like You always do, I’ll wake up something torn, You shed blood for me, they said, well look what I became, DNA from drunk nights, scars that whisper all my shame… I never knew a heart could cry, Until my innocence was gone… Now my hope comes in prescriptions, Trying just to carry on… I bowed my knee, I spoke Your name, But everything around me stayed the same…
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Father. Author of books & poems forged through suffering and truth. Follower of Christ. Writing to confront darkness, awaken faith and leave a legacy.

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