Ever Be

Father, forgive me
For voicing my accusations
Where I hold no ill will
I am grateful for the occasions
That have woken me to reality
And propelled me into the fathomless
Depths of faith-sight and wild trust:
The public death was a catalyst;
The pain beyond my thresholds
But You held me in the grave,
And You hold me in my new steps-
Only in Your hands can I be brave.
I’ve spent all my years
As a terrified little thing
The crushed flower that blooms;
The caged bird that sings
And I face the storms alone
I know there aren’t any in my corner,
But You lead and guard my steps
As I march amongst foreigners
An unknown substance.
I feel You in my soul
And I can be strong in You-
In You I am whole

Even after mutilation:
Public humiliation

Your promises rage louder than these.
Only never leave me,
Never be

Silent again.