I want to scream the thoughts from my head,
So maybe I can get peace to sleep in my bed.
They rattle against my insides all night,
Begging for escape but making my lungs feel tight.
I try to let them out but each time I do
It gets brushed aside and lost too.
If what I say really has no worth
Then why am I even on this earth.
I feel I can't take this much longer
Than God comes and puts his hand on my shoulder.
He says "I'll always be here to talk."
So I lean into Him and continue our walk.
My journey with Him has been so true
Because He's a friend that listens through and through.
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In the Waiting
ПоэзияSometimes we all feel a little stuck and this poetry book is to remind you, you aren't alone. God is walking right there beside you the whole way through. One day in your life, probably multiple times in your life you're going to come to a point whe...
