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(This poem I’ve written is a lament, that in the end drew me closer to Jesus.) As the figure walked away, No reply to my endless cries. All sense of reality lost, I collapsed to the ground, weak. All that was felt was the pain, The gnawing pain that seemed to increase. Shaking, I couldn’t breathe, Fear creeping into every part of me. "Don’t leave, please," I whispered, But my voice was lost in the abyss. Scared and helpless, darkness surrounded, Weakness overwhelming like a c

(This poem I’ve written was a prayer that in the end drew me closer to Jesus.) Please forgive me, dear friend of mine, For the distance between us, For the hurt and the sorrow, For the moments of strife. I miss the fellowship we once shared, The laughter and the joy, The singing together, In perfect harmony. Will things ever be better, Can wounds truly heal? Will the pain and the sorrow Ever fade and reveal? The fear that grips me in its icy hold, The panic rising, uncontroll

(Every poem I’ve written is a real event or circumstance written as a lament, or prayer that in the end drew me closer to Jesus.) It's something you hear When the storm has passed But not in this situation It's a command You've requested of me Even though I have every right to defend, fight, or plea so to silence I go. Not out of force But because I am willing You've asked me to step aside and let You take hold. though all my being wants to resist but I know in my hands this

(This poem I’ve written is a real event or circumstance written as a lament, or prayer that in the end drew me closer to Jesus.) I made a mistake. with the letter I made sent full of words drenched in bitterness and heartache couldn't look into their eyes. I'm so filled with shame and yet Monday they said "All is forgiven" I don't accept this! Why? they have to be angry! where's the name calling the hate, the blame I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS why is it that all my life that peo

(Every poem I’ve written is a real event or circumstance written as a lament, or prayer that in the end drew me closer to Jesus.) I don’t wanna choose I feel so very tired Everything feels numb The pain in my head Left right a soft strum Sleep is pulling I can’t fight the lull Everything so fuzzy Why fight the lull I don’t wanna choose My insides are burning I don’t wanna choose I’m back in the same place Either I choose the way of escape And suffer a great loss Or I stay whe