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Dear God, I'm screaming, I'm shaking, I'm dead inside.  I want to be good enough and believe me, I tried. So I take a deep breath and I count to three.  I imagine the person that I wish I could be.
Dear God, Where is my life going, what do you want me to do? There have been so many things that I could say bring me close to You, But they never seem to be the end.  
Born, with a strange taste,This man, chews on some newborn's,Succulent organs,As he satisfies his vastAppetite, in these late hours
I know it’s all for the good Because I love you. You have called me to this, And You can get me through this. I know if You told this trial stop it would, And I know if You wanted You could.
Dear God I am so afraid I am so afraid of being wrong Not saying 2+2=3 But of being so damn wrong in who I am So damn wrong in my choices
What is love? Love is God! That's what you've been told? No, it's a feeling from above.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Letter 1 [From: Him To: Me]  
I sit here with duct tape Closing my mouth. Thinking the thoughts I’d normally say aloud.   I’ve recently learned What to say and do. And these teachings have brought out:
Give me nature With its beauty, And I’ll be happy. Give me time with animals-- My passion and life’s dream-- And I’ll be happy. Give me music, Influential lyrics and uplifting notes,
A balm for hurting hearts; A peaceful dwelling for those in peril; Joy to a singing heart;  Full of rest for those who are weary; A house of friends for the wanderer; Provider for the lacking;
Burning long,  Burning strong. Fill yourself with sin,  You'll find yourself a home.    Flames burn eternal,  Searing through your thin, delicate flesh.  Hope for escape?
I have heard people saying: God doesn't exist, but they are wrong and I'll prove it here.   Imagine no one control this world, what would be of us? if we are destruction
From the Proverbs we are told, Chapter eleven and verse twenty-seven, That to get to Heaven, "Be the one that finds the gold." "Anyone can find the dirt in a person," they say.
How come when it comes to God, free will is mandatory, our must have in order for Him to be good But if we pick up the crack pipe, empty the bottle, shoot up or click on that porn site it's our addiction
Was there ever a place the storm had not been? The storm shrouded everything.  The sea's azure peaks and emerald valleys  Always smothered by an array of greys.   
I have ben in the slums of life, up to my knees in the murkey waters of rejection I have been knocked down, forced onto m knees by life and yet, I still rise   I do not rise for the glorifiction of myself
Young blood spilled on harsh ground Anguished cries of a hurting mother and father A surgeon’s plea for a steady hand as she Questions why a babe was shot tonight
Life What is it Why do we exist  Why is there pain Living this life with much to lose and nothing to gain  I've contemplated what life is  And for the most part, I don't understand it
Life What is it Why do we exist  Why is there pain Living this life with much to lose and nothing to gain  I've contemplated what life is  And for the most part, I don't understand it
You probably wonder why I put you through all of these things
What have I done wrong, Yet what have I done right? I feel so unwanted, But I know You hold me tight. My life is changing quickly, But it feels like I'm on pause. Problems are arising;
Ode to Tlaloc! Your power cleansing us. The water you bring furthers our life. O! You purify us, thank you for cleansing.   Tlaloc! O! Tlaloc! Your greatness arise!
I'm swimming in a sea of metaphorical green, Taking pleasure in the beauty that's to be seen. I can't complain right now I am facing my test I have a field of hardships to plow There's no time to rest
In you I trust In you I blame. For I understand To misunderstand. While others neglected, Some have questioned I am among those two.
I am a Man of God. I ask myself, "Are you living like a Man of God?" Humph... Something is just not right... Why are these things happening to me? Why am I hearing these voices? Get away fear!
i wrap my self up in my own love because i never found someone who could love me as much constant target on my back media telling me my black is wack but their wrong you see my black is strong
Like a baby, my first steps are difficult. I fall countless times. There are bruises and wounds to remember the struggle. And like a baby, I keep trying. Like a baby, I look ahead and find Father waiting for me.
  Feelings come and go, But God will never go.  The presences of God is like a light That shines through the night; His spirt well eliminate all my fear Its light coming from above,
At this point in my life Nothing seems to make me feel good It’s like I’m the last person In an abandoned neighborhood Friends will come Friends will go But there is one person
It's crazy. There's this thing: I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway. The Eternal One. Sustainer. Peace-Maker;
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