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Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A Raw Honest Cursing Prayer...



Tears cascade down like an open flood gate
its more than I can handle, its more than I can take
Why did you make me, Lord,  if I'm goin' to be in pain
what would that accomplish, what would that gain?

Just rip my heart out, rip it out now
I'm tired of this livin', and figurin' out how
outside I look like 40, inside only 10
when you gonna take it, tell me when, fuckin' when?

Now I don't mean no disrespect, but Lord, what the fuck?
It takes all I have not to step in front a Mack truck
I know it ain't your fault, I don't mean to scream and shout,
but I look at that gun and want to blow my brains out. 

I'm yellin' at you Lord, cause you all I have, all I've got
who can see my insides and my heart in such a knot
I'm beggin' for your mercy, for your grace to face the day
But I really gotta ask, why you let me be made this way?

Maybe there's a higher purpose, or its only in my dreams
to make it more bearable, the reasons for my screams
whatever it is, it hurts, Lord, it feels like fuckin' hell
makes me want to bid the world a final big farewell.

But I made it to the mornin' time, didn't think I'd see the sun
but its easier now today, cause daddy's got the gun
and mom stood watch over me all night and again today
and she waited until she knew that I would be okay.

And I know that even now, Lord, they pray for me tonight
that my heart will heal again, that my soul will be alright
and I know that it will be, cause it always has before
but please, Lord, let me rest, cause I'm really mighty sore.

In my open honesty with God, in my language, in my screams, God continues to bring me grace. Do you think that a God that loves us cares that our language is raw? God the Father and Mother Earth know our innermost feelings and our thought. To be able to be honest with them in that, is healing. They do not wish for us to censor ourselves, for if we do, we will never have an authentic relationship with them. We only show them our best, when they know us at our worst. So share it all with them, and in doing so, you will find healing.

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