Sunday, 8 May 2022

When I am hurting (I write)

I fear my sadness
I crave God’s wants,
I need his hug right now
I take a seat and rather not cowl.

I am lost
Hurt in fact
Looking at my faults 
When I know I am not perfect
In the Father’s eyes I am worth it.

Love him to hold me right now
I hear his words to say it’s going to be alright
I hate this feeling right now, I rather swing and have a fight.

What would that do?
Hurt me furthermore,
I know the Father shall protect me, as this feeling won’t feel much longer sore.

Jason
8th May 2022

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