Are you the Lover, the one who will give me a kiss goodnight The One who lays beside me through a restless night The One who answers all my questions?
Did you see me fall to my knees, in the gutter?
Where were you when I asked you 'Why is the sky blue? What happens when We die? ' 'What happens when they die? '
Did you answer... ?
I didn't hear your claim to glory I was lost in all the gore, And drowned in the story...
I love the way you lied to me I can't get enough of your bullshit But that's not it.
I just have to ask One more thing
Why did you bring unending suffering, to me? How come I can't see beyond the veil of grief And why are we just a part of a whole, and For the record, why did you never give me The answer?
Jesus, Jesus above all You are my God Savior of my soul God of all mercy Caring and glory Jesus, Jesus above all I worship you
god.
Author: leona chaput
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1209599
Who(It's God)
Who hate blacks? A bigot. Who hates whites? A bigot. Who hate Asians? A bigot. Who hate Native American? A bigot. Who loves us? It's God.
Who practice teaching hatred? Many churches that should be teaching love. Instead they preaches the differences of their principles.
Which one is more in line to God's word. But many of us know they far from the truth. When they divert from his word to dictating our ways.
Who guides us? It's God. Who loves us? It's God.
Who watches over us daily? It's God. So why are we fighting? When he the object of our love?
god.
Author: jeffrey conyers
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1209339
God
When I was young, my Sunday school teacher said that my prayers lacked genuine emotion. She told me to try praying with a blanket wrapped around myself and my eyes shut to imagine that God was there holding me. I always wondered why God wouldn't actually hold me. I still do. And I know that I have a lot of expectations of God for someone who doesn't believe in God but my hope has been so hard to let go of. But if we are made in his image, why should anyone let their hopes get so high? Do you know how to keep a stranger from crying? Do you know how to mend the bullet shaped holes in your mother's voice? Of course not. Do you know how to end a war? Do you know how to be content? Do you know how to be happy? I imagine that sometimes God gets unhappy. If we are made in his image I can only hope that he continues to evolve as we do, allow his followers to evolve as the world around us does because I swear I will lose my shit if I see one LGBTQ+ youth commit suicide. If I see another woman get kicked out of her church for aborting the child she couldn't afford to raise. If I see one more country start a war over what they believe; God, can you see? You're tearing us apart. You've turned humanity into a human race. You've turned our earth into a military base. So please, God, give us something to trust. Give us your saving grace.
god.
Author: avery
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1208989
She carried me to the Helix ( God's eye)
She carried me aloft the firmament To the Helix nebula; Her wing's left trail's on earth of her beauty and elegance.
My God, my Lord I have given you nothing but problems Additional suffering to your good heart Your warm never cease to embrace me You never doubt me Not even once have you thought of me as a burden You gave miracles that i, us, dont deserve Thank you for everything that you have given. Thank you for giving us our lives For giving hope And never ending love. God forgive me for i have done nothing But endless sin For i have given you and the people i love Pains and suffering...
I have this theory that when you're born, you have a blank heart and God writes something on it like Happy or Sad or Angry and that's who you are. But I was born three weeks early because I think God wanted to write something on me so badly that He just couldn't wait. He thought he was so damn clever so He called me out early and wrote Unknown on my heart. I imagine Him laughing, drunk off wine telling everyone at the gates to look down and watch me fumble around trying to figure out what the fuck He meant by it. Was I meant to be the laughing stock of the Gods? Or were they so unaware of my path that they didn't try to give me a predetermined one? Was God slurring "fuck it, she'll figure it out"? I'm like a puppet with the strings cut, I don't know how to properly function without some guidance. But when God happens, no one really knows what to do, and that's why we have to pray. Because if God doesn't listen to us, then who will?
