Despite the Circumstances

God gave me eyes

But what was I supposed to see

I continue to pray

But he doesn’t listen to me

I sit here wailing

 Who am I supposed to be

I cry in my cell

But he fails to hear my plea.

I’m expected to read the Word

But what does it really do

How can I trust I book

When I can’t even trust in you.

Yet this is wher emy confusion ends

I know you’re here for me

Through this distorted lense

Who cares what I do or don’t see.

Even if the Bible was written by regular men

Can’t I just be grateful

That I’m here and not dead

So what if the Word isn’t true

Christian or not

Just continue to be you.

I can’t stand to see these people be so fake

Don’t they realize everything that’s at stake

Their dignity, respect and even their pride

How can you have any of it if you’re living one big lie.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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