God do you hear me?


God do you hear me when I cry?

Do you feel my pain?

You allowed your son to be slain.

He probably felt my pain dragging that cross through a hot desert

Hurt and feeling forsake

Somedays I can imagine that.

Even in my sin, hurt and pain

On those days where I don't feel pretty.

But I know you love me.

And I'm created in your imagine.

So why do I feel messed up and worthless?

When you say I'm created for greater.

I'm suppose to be a proverbs 31 woman

But I feel like a swine woman.

I don't feel like your child

But an out of place child

Maybe it's apart of your plan

Or it's the Devil trying to take my hand


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