God’s Word Brings Me Through The Sorrow

Just because I’m toting the gun,
Doesn’t mean I have already won,
Does not mean I have the confidence,
To march during the domestic cadence.

When violence hits home to play,
Nothing I can do but get on my knees and pray,
I sob a lot, during the blackness of night,
And pretend to smile when I really want to fight.

All this violence I got from you,
All your hatred turned me blue,
I tried to lock you away,
But the key always reappeared and you came back to stay.

O Lord deliver me from this shame,
Take this burden faster than it came,
Oh, I have never sat so still,
Dipping ink and grabbing my quill…

Because

Writing words is my therapy,
I pray I get out of this eventually,
I read the living Words of the Bible,
For it is God’s Word that brings me through the sorrow.

My worst frustration after your arrest,
Is I got only 24 hours to rest,
All this before the laws did change,
And you kept coming back more deranged.

More violence did come in time,
Yet, I am still alive to write this rhyme,
I pray others will find their way,
God, I pray for all of them today.

So much time has gone by,
I remember those words I’d cry…
For those tear soaked prayers still haunt me,
Even now, years after I did flee.

O Lord deliver me from this shame,
Take this burden faster than it came,
Oh, I have never sat so still,
Dipping ink and grabbing my quill…

Because

Writing words is my therapy,
I prayed and I did get out of this eventually,
I still read the living Words of the Bible,
For it is God’s Word that brought me through the sorrow.