Dear God,

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Every time I’m in church,

I look,

At the people and the children

On their knees, on a search.

Some seek power wealth and fame,

Others healing for their lame.

Asking for blessings for the sick,

While the rest show up late

Dressed to kill looking slick.

The prayer warriors shout at the top of their lungs

While the choir belts out every note that can be sung.

It seems that even the late comers can catch the “holy spirit” vibe,

While I stand awkwardly to the side.

It’s not that I don’t know how to pray,

Or that I’m at a complete loss of words to say,

I just think its pure irony to pray for death in a place where you are supposed to find “life”.

You see people go to church to find healing,

To get a new lease on life,

I go there hoping to just die.

I have prayed for death more than I have asked for life,

And when it’s not that I have asked for strife so unbearable

That the only logical thing would be to end it

But I guess that some prayers just aren’t worth answering.  

I guess there is something worth living for,

But at this point I’m only living for the torment of my soul,

Just go with the flow,

Even if the toll it takes on my mind is just unbearable.

I want freedom from this earthly plain,

But I am shackled by the promise of joy that seems to never come.

They say “weeping may endure for the night but joy will come in the morrow”

My weeping has endured my life time,

And it seems to get worse with each day that follows.

I’ve prayed for death more than I have asked for life,

To take away pain, and end all the strife.

But my soul lays hollow, it’s completely bare,

Dear God, there is nothing left here.

 

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  1. Anonymous BitchDecember 7, 2020 at 11:56 PM

    Something to live for, that which you will find one day

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