Dear God I pray
I don't know how some days to do what I need
I always worry about others
I put them before me
Trained to always believe I am not important.
And so it is that I go out of my way to protect the very people who mean me harm
I'm scared lonely and I shiver to stand on my own two feet.
But if I don't speak then who will hear me
who will know that all I want is my child
That I pray to love him take care of him the way a mother should
why is it that I get left behind dear God
I hear you speak back
That I am not going to be forgotten
or discarded.
I know it feels this way. And I am always sad
I am always fighting to be heard
I am always fighting for the weak and underdog.
and everyone is always shushing me to be quiet
but when it is it my time
to care the only way I've ever wished?
With my sons and my man?
Why do others who care so little seem to get so much.
And I know this is not the truth. In the end.
I've seen the end haven't I Papa?
Have I not seen US?
Then it is this I know. There is no end.
There are only beginnings.
And with your love I will get by.
Our Kingdom can have no lies.
No child. It can not.
Amen.