R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Passing Phases

I want to ask God why, why, why

Bad things happen no matter how hard I try.

But it's not God's fault why my life is like this,

I can't wait to be in his promised bliss.

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It's not his fault that evil, pain and sorrow is everywhere,

It's very much out of his character not to care.

But my future still troubles me-my fear of the unknown,

For my possessions, treasures and comfort zone is not my own.

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I want to fully trust you but my human limitations hinder me.

If only you'd take hard times away but you're not a genie.

My deficiencies are preventing me from putting you in my mind first.

Saturate me in your living water so that I'll never thirst.

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I want to honor you but with my problems, I can't.

My anger and frustration, I don't know where else to vent.

My prayers are more complaints and lesser praises

So I pray that my troubles are all passing phases.

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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz

June 12 2017