It doesn't matter if my friends go
It doesn't matter if I am scarred
It doesn't matter if my sins are many
God shall never forsake me
And though I've many friends
Who leak from my boat like water
In the end it won't matter at all
The only things that is going to
Is if I lived, if I loved
And in that if I gave my all
To the One who promises
To never abandon me!
Sure, my biological dad
He left me years ago
And yeah, I did lose
many brothers in Christ too
My brother turned
a cold shoulder to us
And so many friends are cut off
like dying buds in flower pots
But in the end, I've learned
That the friendly folks
Aren't always your friends and
that it's okay to grieve for them
Just don't give up all your hope
You'll be mended; you'll be torn
So prepare for those scars
But in the end all that'll matter and
the only one question Christ'll ask;
"Did you believe that I loved you
And did you live to love?"
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...