by Tim Chiu
What to do when your feelings don't matter, but apparently you do!
|People think it’s fair that I aim past my ceiling,
Without care or regard for what I am feeling.
My hurt, tired, mixed-up feelings matter,
I pray this to God, but why should I bother?
Having great needs, my emotions all spent,
And crying so many tears, my prayers, Heaven sent,
Have led me to believe that my feelings don’t matter,
While I’m left to ponder giving more than I bother!
But it will never be ideal for personal dealings
To care about me, then try to hurt my feelings!
Ideally, I would live to set the record straight –
If someone cared how I felt, then I’d be great!
Given the truth and the promises I’ve broken,
My pain, my tears, and the lies that I’ve spoken,
Can anyone see how normal my grief is,
And how far away and distant my relief is?
To a merciful God, and Christ, we’re beholden,
But my feelings don’t matter, despite being golden!
But what I must do is trust all the best,
For these helpful folks must pass the test!