Burdens on a Sinners Wings
I am torn...
There is a girl that resides in me that wants to believe that God is real...
I know what mother said....
Believe and honor in the lord all the days of your life...
And in mine I have known him to be true...
But now that I see the wretched state of the world...
What am I to do?
I die in this misery every day that I open my eyes...
Every time some little girls get raped just before the sun rise
who am I?
Some moral being whom only wants this world to bathe over in love...
I am no angel,
I don’t have wings
I am not clothed in white
like those beautiful heavenly things,
I am just a girl with big bright eyes
misunderstood
because in me no one can find where the pain resides
I cry because some stranger will take away some life that I may never know
I cry because someone will beat a child senseless and not even blink
I cry because someone will stone a lesbian because they don’t understand
I cry because I don’t have the salvation in my hands
I cry because I will die and leave my baby behind
I cry because this world is only evil now, and I am shocked when someone is kind
I cry because I believe in a God who would make an earth in the first place...
I cry because I love a God who can’t explain this to me.
I cry because no matter how many lives I want and will try to save, there will always be one who will die trying to find saving grace...
I cry because there is God in me, but I hate that I must see his Face...
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