ALONE

THE BRUISES ARE STILL THERE.

I CAN SEE THEM ON MY ARMS.
CAN'T YOU?

SO I WEAR LONG SLEEVES

TO HIDE THE HURT,

TO HIDE THE SHAME,

TO WONDER WHAT I DID WRONG,

TO WONDER WHY NOTHING HAS EVER CHANGED.

LORD, I'VE BEEN ON THIS ROAD FOR SO LONG,

CAN'T I GO THE OTHER WAY?

I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK,

OBVIOUSLY,

BUT MY HEART IS BURSTING WITH HURT.

I FEEL AS IF I AM ABOUT TO EXPLODE.

I KNOW YOU WERE HURT,

YOU WERE BETRAYED,

YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW I FEEL,

ALONE.

THEN THE HOLY GHOST SHIVERS THROUGH ME,

GIVING ME GOOSE BUMPS.

SO I WILL CONTINUE TO FOLLOW THE PATH

YOU PLACED BEFORE ME

BEFORE I WAS EVEN BORN.

PROVERBS 4:23

ABOVE ALL ELSE,

GUARD YOUR HEART,

FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO FLOWS FROM IT.