There's a taste in my mouth that's kept me from eating
not physical food but the nourishment I'm needing
To breathe
To grow
To overcome
To know
That what was inflicted
Could not be predicted.
But redeemed and made right
By his glory and light.
My heart burns for justice
for closure
for healing
for something more then a feeling
i can't make right what i cannot control
but choose to let go of the pieces i hold
in my hands
they are bleeding
from constantly needing
something more.
it's too heavy to bare
this Bitterness.
Lord, help me.
"Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it" Psalm 81:10
