I’m the problem when I’m alone
I’m always in trouble when I’m blown
I lose my faith faster because I’m weak
I don’t read words every week because I’m a freak to pain
I try to meek you but I don’t know why I ain’t interested in the spirit?
I’m seeking something important but I can’t see king in you
Everyday and every night you protect me from my enemies
You comfort me when I’m crying
You always provide me with love
I know Jesus Loves me even when I don’t have time for him
Yes Jesus Loves me he delivered me from death
I’m the living land now
YOU ARE READING
WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryThis collection of poems it was written in different parts. The reason behind why I choose to write it in broken pieces, I am not a good storyteller I want the readers to feel dehydrated then to rehydrate, to feel goosebumps in brain and understand...
