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My Prayer in Poem to God

My Prayer in Poem to God

My Prayer in Poem to God
 
I bit about the author - my lovely angel and daughter..
 
When I read the attached poem I though if i dont send it to someone it will be a waste.
My daughter is 23 and has dedicated her whole life to give a little relieve to abused children and mothers.
She continuously want to heal the world and sometimes forgets to live a little herself.
She wrote this poem whilst in tears, very sad and she felt helpless at the time..personally I think this is the closest of an inner frustration translated to writing.
Showed 3-4 people and each had a tear in there eyes..hence, the submitting of this poem to you..would love to get some feedback..
 
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                                               I’m crying out to God
 
My mind is corrupted
 
My heart is turning into stone
 
I thought I was okay
 
But now I’m just alone
 
I’m crying out to God,
 
Please set me free
 
I’m crying out to God,
 
Please hear my plea
 
Save me from myself, save me from this world...
 
Full of darkness, it reaches out to me
 
I can’t help the helpless, I can’t hear their plea
 
Please God hear me, Please set me free
 
Why do I hate the human race so much?
 
If I’m part of it should I hate myself?
 
Human exploitation, money driven war
 
The beast of temptation, that’s what people adore
 
False hearts and blind eyes
 
Closed minds convinced by empty lies
 
Do I think too much?
 
Or do they think too little?
 
Is good really going to win this?
 
Or is evil taking control?
 
I want to rip my chest open and tear out my heart
 
So I don’t have to feel so much and end up in the dark
 
I feel the pain of a child left to die
 
But I can’t feel the Lord’s love
 
When I breakdown and cry
 
I can’t find peace in this world of 'all about me’
 
So self-destructive....Why can’t they see...?
 
So, with a heart of stone I decided to give in
 
To face the fact that, I’m not chosen
 
Chosen for the difference, chosen to bring relief
 
That reality I long for, I’ll never achieve
 
I can’t find the words to mumble a prayer from my lips
 
Why would the Lord want me to accomplish all of this?
 
I’m not worthy, strong or confident enough
 
That’s what the world says..
 
I’m just not that tough..
 
Dear God, even though....
 
If you are there...
 
If you feel any different
 
I am here so please let me know.
 
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(2013)

I bit about the author - my lovely angel and daughter..

When I read the attached poem I though if i don't send it to someone it will be a waste.
My daughter is 23 and has dedicated her whole life to give a little relieve to abused children and mothers.
She continuously want to heal the world and sometimes forgets to live a little herself.
She wrote this poem whilst in tears, very sad and she felt helpless at the time..personally I think this is the closest of an inner frustration translated to writing.
Showed 3-4 people and each had a tear in there eyes..hence, the submitting of this poem to you..would love to get some feedback..

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