Dear God in Heaven,
I know you don’t think it is my time to visit you but I am
not asking for myself rather I am asking for others who seek peace and
understanding.
They fight daily their own minds to survive, to deal with
massive issues that make the strongest of us give up. They fight not knowing why they have been
given this problem only to hear your believers tell them “God is testing you.”
I know what they would like to say in response and many like
myself are too strong inside to argue their point…
We are not being tested
We struggle to breath
We live in a war no one else can conceive
We long to be free from the pain of this life
We long to find peace and live away from the strife
We cannot explain our torments of pain
We cannot make you see what we feel because it’s beyond
understanding
We cannot dream of you realizing the criticism’s hurt
We cannot dream of the bullying to stop
We cannot dream in a night full of peace
We cannot close our eyes without fear of reprisals
So you see God in your heavenly wisdoms, I beg of you to
make it all stop, by letting science understand what makes people like me tick
through my mind. You created science to
help man understand things after all, so let it understand by studying someone
who’s willing to sacrifice on the altar of your being. I will go without fear or strife because I
know I have been allowed to surpass all expectations given to me.
My life was never supposed to be this long
You gave me pills and alcohol to test my resolve
You gave me tumors to see if I wanted to live
You gave me love to help me fight through it
You took love away to see how much I could bear
My chains are heavy O’ Lord, my body has been beaten upon
My world is laden with those who have learned all too well
to hate
As they hide behind the cloak of your love, O’ Lord
I do not ask for your guidance, I do not ask for your
revenge for their behavior
Rather I ask you of one thing, and forgive me for repeating
myself to you O’ Lord
Take my being home, so others may learn from my mistakes,
may learn from my diseases
Please do not let me or anyone else suffer a day longer when
they do not need to O’ Lord
Please set me free.
I AM the man that hath seen
affliction by the rod of his wrath.
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He hath led me, and brought me
into darkness, but not into light.
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Surely against me is he turned; he
turneth his hand against me all the day.
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My flesh and my skin hath he made
old; he hath broken my bones.
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He hath builded against me, and
compassed me with gall and travail.
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He hath set me in dark places, as
they that be dead of old.
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He hath hedged me about, that I
cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
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Also when I cry and shout, he
shutteth out my prayer.
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He hath inclosed my ways with hewn
stone, he hath made my paths crooked.
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He was unto me as a bear lying in
wait, and as a lion in secret places.
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He hath turned aside my ways, and
pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
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He hath bent his bow, and set me
as a mark for the arrow.
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He hath caused the arrows of his
quiver to enter into my reins.
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I was a derision to all my people;
and their song all the day.
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He hath filled me with bitterness,
he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
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He hath also broken my teeth with
gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes.
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And thou hast removed my soul far
off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
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And I said, My strength and my
hope is perished from the LORD:
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Remembering mine affliction and my
misery, the wormwood and the gall.
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My soul hath them still in
remembrance, and is humbled in me.
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This I recall to my mind,
therefore have I hope.
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It is of the LORD's mercies that
we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
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They are new every morning: great
is thy faithfulness.
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The LORD is my portion, saith my
soul; therefore will I hope in him.
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The LORD is good unto them that
wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
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It is good that a man should both
hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.
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