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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #1203883
Details of a struggling soul who's burdened by guilt and despair.
I've been beaten down so many times,
I feel the need to run and hide.
As my memory fades in and out,
I just can't help but scream and shout.

I feel the burdens, the pain, the rejection.
I can't even stand to look at my own reflection.
Where did he come from? Where will he go?
And do I even really care to know?

Long dark days followed by endless nights.
The fears and despair reaching all new heights.
Humbly, I hit my knees to pray;
Begging God to put an end to this day.

Suddenly, I hear out loud and plain,
Fear not my child, I know your pain.
Know in your heart it's not all in vain;
It was for you my child, my only son was slain.

He died for you and all mankind,
So that you could find true peace inside.
I've knocked and knocked, You won't let me in.
Remember my son died for your sins.

Nothing's too grave it can't be forgiven;
No heart too small I can not live in.
Come to the door, allow me inside;
Then you'll be filled with the joys of each heart I reside.

I called out his name as he touched my heart;
Knowing this could be a good start.
He knocked again, I quickly stalled out,
Closing the door, locking Christ out.

I'm much too evil to deserve such love,
I'm not even worthy of a sincere hug.
With my head hung low, I crawled into bed;
When daylight came, yesterdays repeat I started to dread.
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