
Lord you get me,
you peel away the layers
of my censorship,
the religion and expectations I bought into
going through robotic motions,
saying it’s life
wondering why there’s a still a gray fog
of depression, repression
of feeling anything,
saying you’re good
when I wonder if you’re there
confused and discouraged
at promises yet to bear,
Lord you get it all,
and you welcome me
my rage, my anger
my feelings I can’t control
pain I’m scared to look at
you can handle it all,
you don’t judge or condemn
your love finds hope, joy
and celebrates
the truth of who I am,
imperfect, in process
learning to be really me with you
me, who you’ve loved all along
who you trust in, hope in, and love,
there’s no one like you God,
your endless love transforms,
I trust you and thank you
for never letting go of me.
I love you God.