I come to you as your daughter,
You are such a loving Father,
all the ways that you smite me.
I bow to you as a friend.
In search of purpose,
to make amends.
I truly would never mean to offend….
Maybe simply, reprimand?
Time I called you down,
you sacred host.
I need to see your face,
my Holy Ghost.
I’m losing my faith,
and it’s starting to show..
I wanted to believe you were my home.
Strange you like to tease me
from your ether hiding place.
Your absence here is the only thing steady,
still I beg to see your face.
My blood has frozen cold,
standing still in your Son’s rays.
.. I can’t help but ask him, “Why?…
Why let them use your name?”
A sacrificial lamb? Or a REBEL? He didn’t want the blame…
Never even cared for the BIG religion game…
but it’s not about him……… you’re the focus in this frame…
I don’t want to be right,
I don’t need to be saved
But I’ll search for a light,
within the wrath of your disdain.
In every word…
On every page…
Honestly, I understand,
If you’ve turned and walked away.
Both of us are quite familiar
with the loss of being betrayed…
It’s a peculiar relationship,
the way we behave.
I’m like a doll in your arms and we tango on my grave.
As I poetically taunt you, your silence remains..
Remind me Father? Son?
Are you one in the same?
Is it really about love?
Or really more about shame?
People will talk,
but what many don’t see,
I prayed, so devout, until almost 33
I’ve begged you,
I’ve knelt down for years on my knees,
Thanks a lot for raining down and destroying me.
You know like I do,
we fear my fight
because it frees.
above the trees
Rain down your love
and shatter me.
God and I have weird ways. Have a good weekend Loves!!!!🖤🖤🖤