Father

Unable to utter a word of the pain that fills me,

Unable to tell them how I truly feel, I solely rely on Him to to heal my being.

When your name means blessing but your life resembles a dark hole,

I put my trust and heart within His soul.

More privileged than many, broker than the average,

Shouting from the mountain, carrying my cross awaiting to be whole,

I find comfort for my tormented soul.

Yes I will be okay, yes I will reach my goals.

For He’s in control and He soothed me through all…