Blessings

Growing Up When God Was Mentioned I Thought Of A 

Long Haired White Dude Dressed In A Gown 

I Thought He Was Some Type Of Hero 

I Mean He Was A God

They Told Me Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit 

If I Was Poor In Spirit How Could I Ever Be Blessed 

I Mean Was God Even Real 

How Could Someone Who’s So Almighty Let So Much Pain Devour You 

How Could He Let The Innocents Get Killed 

How Could He Watch Us Suffer 

Late Night Tears Why Didn’t He Help Me 

When I Was Lacking Faith Why Didn’t He Guide Me 

Sooner Or Later I Realized He Never Really Left Me 

I Had Left Me I Was Too Busy Counting The Questions That I Miscounted The Blessings 

Like A Butterfly In Mid August They Flew Right Pass Me 

Like Stevie I Couldn’t See Them 

Instead Of Trusting Him I Let My Insecurity & Unsureness Take Over 

Forgot All About The Time When My Mom Went Missing & It Was Him Who Brought Her Back 

Instead I Was Too Focused On How Could He Let Such Tragedy Happen 

Forgot All About The Time Where He Kept My Grandma Here With Me 

Instead I Was Too Busy Beating Myself Up Because Of What The Doctors Had Told Me 

How Could He Allow That To Happen Why Didn’t He Stop It 

But It Was He Who Healed Her While We Praised The Doctors Hands That Were Guided By Him 

It Took Me A While To Realize That Power Resides In Him