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Dear God,
I made a mistake,
I said something wrong,
I hurt those around me,
I won't last long.
I've crushed the ones I love the most,
Help me God,
Oh Lord of hosts.
I need you Lord,
But your not there for me.
Give me sight,
When I cant see.
Give me courage,
To just be me,
But I've been shot,
Dear God, Where you've been?
Where were you when I needed it?
When I fucked up and repeated it,
When they set the bars and I exceeded it,
My life has been a book,
everyone's been judging by the cover,
When they never took the time to even read it.
Dear God,
There's a lot of regrets I have about the past,
There's a lot of questions I really need to ask,
There's a lot of chances that I let pass,
Because they weren't from you.
Whats the point of love?
Every time I showed it,
I was broken,
And it only forced me to wanna hate.
Dear God!
Do you hear me?
I'm praying non-stop,
But I guess you're not retrieving them,
There was a time when I put a gun to my head, asking for answers,
But I guess you didn't believe in it!
Dear GOD!
Why can't I die?
the only cure for broken heart,
Is suicide, homicide, or crying.
Dear God,
I want to see your eyes.
To know you're not a lie,
I really want to fly,
But I'm to scared to try...
Well I guess there is no God he didn't show
I guess that means that there's no guy below
If there's not one there can't be the other
legend says one to the other is a brother
Dear God,
Thank you for walking me through the fire,
Thank you lord for extinguishing every unclean desire,
Thank you Father for your love and forgiveness from all my sins,
Thank you God for always being in my corner and protecting me from evil men,
Dear God, I know I don’t say it or show it enough but I Love You
My dear Child,
You must know
You are forgiven;
There is grace.
Everything has been erased.
I have high regards for you
Somedays are so hard to go through
Regardless, I died for you.
I am always here for you.
There is a greater good;
You are completely understood.
Love and care is what you strive for
This is what I want
And what I’ve died for.
Dear God, it’s a miracle I’m still alive
I’ve been taking myself for a ride
Help me to dissolve this wretched “I”
May all beings be free
Of limited identities
Of the belief that we are
The memories
Let the dead
Bury the dead
Dear God
Though I was born with birth defects
You have helped me through the trials in my life
You have shown me
That even those with physical problems can lead a meaningful life
ra ra ra
Dear God, you've never been there for me when I needed you the most
When my loved ones were in their deathbed or when their memories turned to ghosts
I prayed every morning, night, afternoon
Confessed my mistakes, drank your blood, ate your bread, but for what?
How can I have faith with no proof
You don't listen to me, or maybe you're not there, maybe I'm just insignificant
And deep down I want to believe I'm something magnificent
But truth is I'm not, I'm just another person with issues trying to get by
Dreaming, wandering, looking for a way to reach the sky
And I did it all by myself
I did it without your help
So tell me, why should I pray? Why should I hope? Why should I fear?
I know faith and belief isn't something you see or hear
But at least give me a sign please
Please, I'm begging you because I've been through so much fucked up shit
And where were you to help me for my release?
But whatever, now I'm over it
And when I die, I don't even know if I'll go to you
Wherever, whoever, whatever you are
I might see something else or your brother you banished, or just a breeze that's cool
But by then I know I've made it far
And that's all that matters
I see you in your creations
And sometimes in all that you didn’t intend
I don’t have the wisdom of your logic
So help me God
As I play-pretend
Dear God, why do we delude ourselves?
Why do we ignore our needs and others?
We walk in self-contained tombs.
Dear God, help us to wake up and be free.
I pray to you Lord of Grandeur, to grant us wisdom, and life secure.
When lights are out, and all asleep, in who but you, my faith I keep.
When doors of hope, close in my face, I turn to you, and seek your grace.
I feel so unsafe
Even my own body is a weapon
And a mirror the final strike
Attacking me with all my imperfections
Reminding me of him
His fingerprints still etched into my skin
Scars that I keep retracing with my own blade
In an effort to take back control
But only underscoring my own insignificance
As unsafe in my own hands as I was in his
I pray to a god there is a way out of this
But I no longer know if they are even real
For what kind of god could let this happen
How cruel do they have to be
For me to have to live in a body that is this unsafe for me?
In the silence, I reach out,
Through shadows, searching for truth.
I've stumbled and fallen,
Lost my way in the chaos of life.
I feel isolated,
In a world where love exists,
Yet often hides beneath layers of pain.
I seek comfort repeatedly.
I've questioned your presence,
Doubted your care in moments of darkness,
Feeling despair, yet deep within,
A flicker of hope persists.
Guide me through confusion,
Show me clarity with your presence.
Help me find resilience in fragmented parts,
And restore the pieces of my weary heart.
Dear God, I seek your grace,
In a world that feels relentless.
Teach me to embrace compassion,
To forgive, and to perceive beauty in myself and others.
Even when I falter,
I trust in your wisdom to guide me.
For within my soul, I sense
Your love as a constant light.
Dear God
Where are you?
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so sorry i have been more offline than online, so missed the chance to contribute...
No problem. Always another chance! Thanks!
And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Powerful verse.
Thanks 2781.
im same as nafisa bc im not on a lot anymore bc idk
Its alright. Thanks Lil
Do you read many Spiritualists, and if so, who?—do understand that many of the most influential Spiritualists are too old to speak with the influence of (way too old).
No, trying to figure out, are you chasing rainbows, or chasing the dragon?
I'm d—.
I have read some Julaladdin, though. I was also trying to teach myself The Bible's pretense, but then stuff happened. If you want to get to know the past philosophers' philosophies, get to book reading—do know though, just as all books give, many books take. W. B. Yeats will blur your simile lines. You will then need to focus more on the analogies for your thought. You don't need to teach yourself how to conceptualize real similes, but I recommend it; maybe go talk to a baby boomer to figure them out. And no one is allowed to speak how Julaladdin wrote. Watch Dr. Sledge to know more—some of his statements are too old to hear.
Don't just rely on Dr. Sledge, of course. Sometimes it is better to just look for the reading material, yourself. Many books can be found for free online, whether you are using Internet Archive or otherwise.
The book Finnegans Wake, By James Joyce, talks about philosophy in a locked explicitly forswore making any hypothesis about the substantial basis of consciousness of acclimatization and its relation to matter, but he clearly regarded it as essential to thought as well as to personal identity.
I do not say there is no soul in man because he is not sensible of it in his sleep. But I do say he can not think at any time, waking or sleeping, without mental emergence. Our being sensible of it is not necessary to anything but our thoughts, and to them it is and to them it always will be necessary. Alternative Hypothesis Subject of conscious states. A fifth alternative would be to define the notion of a conscious organism in terms of conscious states. That is, one might first define what makes a mental state a conscious mental state, and then define being a conscious creature in terms of having such states. One's concept of a conscious organism would then depend upon the particular account one gives of conscious states.
1.) A "d—" would involve dairy
2.) I have become rather shallow, simple, and daft.
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