Filled with anger and sorrow
The pain runs deep as the paths narrow
Calling myself broken and worthless
Even though he still wants this mess
He calls me perfect as I am
Fully in doubt I just run away from his eyes
Unable to know how much he cries for me
Turned to his son, and Jesus died for me
Questioning if these scars are worth the grave
Poisoning the well of doubt we all hold
Only hoping we pray in our anger or sadness
Able to consume the negativity and replace it with hope
That's the true power of God
© Shimotopoems