The Hard Truth

Before I begin I already know what some of yall are going to say.

But it's something that I've got to get off of my chest.

Hate me with your words,

Slash me with your venom,

because hard hearts don't know how to handle the truth.

The love of God has gotten me out of depression,

has kept me from cutting myself.

The love of God has allowed me to survive two abusive stepdads,

one was a physical and the other an emotional.

But I know what most of you guys may be thinking,

"Oh but God never answered my prayers when I prayed to save a family member,"

or "But he never anweres my prayers when I need him."

If God gave us all the answers then why would we need Him then?

Sometimes there are mysteries that are never supposed to be figure out.

But we can't seem to wrap that around our cuirosity stricken minds,

when it ocmes to the unavoidable.

There are Christians out there getting killed, tortured, and abused all in the name of God.

Where else in society today do you see people trusting in something;

they cannot see with the visible eye,

that they are willing to die for it?

This is just my heart.

and for once in my life I will allow myself to be blunt.

Nothing can seperate us from God's love.

Nothing.