| Sin, O what pain! |
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I can't breathe My heart is ripped My soul is weary My spirit has no song.
And yet God is near. Though I seem to feel him not I know His hand, But my fear sees Him not
Betrayal, death Heartbreak, rage I cannot see for the sin I cannot hear for my cries
I feel His hand, Holding me close. I still bleed But God is near
I hear His heart, Though I wandered off My walk was far But God is now near
I rage at those who hurt me Jesus weeps for them I weep for myself, Jesus comforts my soul
It still hurts, My choices from God. I know I will receive the burden of this pain. I know I have earned it.
I am editing this. I wrote this in a hurry. I had to get my feelings out of me. It is more like a Stream of Consiousness than a poem. This is how my thoughts came out. Now rewriting, no gold leaf, nothing. This is my heartbreak. This is me. I am not going to edit the poem. The pain is still to fresh. Please forgive me the rough style.
Sincerely, Amber Arlene |
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