Weary (Poem)
Of sin's baggage
Of life's garbage
Of people's false pleasure
Of family's constant pressure
Of self disgust
Of mental problems waiting to bust
Feeling like it's foreign to trust
I turn to You
Give me rest
Rest of pain
Rest of shame
Rest of selfish gain
Rest of not being sane
Instead of longing to die in pouring rain
We turn to You
Give Your people comfort
Let us not go under
Plunder
Let us rise above the unbelievers
The deliberate hate givers
They hit
We hit
You hit
You can end it so quick
But we are human
Only human
Trying, weary humans
It is an active choice to believe and serve the Lord. This is not to target those who do not believe, but do not bash God's name (it's your decision and I cannot force you). This is for those who deliberately try to take God out of the picture as if never existed or who know He exists, but hate Him and try to discourage those who do believe in Him. God knows who is willing to stand for Him. He knows of our struggles and imperfections. He has a plan, and His plan shall unfold.