Asking - Poem by Mary Hathaway
Always asking myself questions like why did it happen to me? Always getting awnsers like this is why i set you free! I'm always out there always lost. always wandering what it's gonna cost? ! can't do it on my own, Always feeling so cold! why do i freeze inside? Why won't my spirit fly? Is it afraid of going away? is it afraid it's going to stray?
What am i to say? what am i to do? do you really want me to trust you?
Am i crazy, Am i dreaming it all?
or have i finally found a savior to save me from it all?
Overwhelming love that god sent from above.
he set a spark within me and now it's a flame burning me up from the inside out. i feel as if his light will never blow out. Firefighters and flames they don't really mix. God is the only one who can fix this. Broken and beat when god plays his melody i can't help move my feet.
scarred and ashamed he has risen the lame. Always asking myself Why? When i should be teaching my spirit how to fly!
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