If only they knew what goes on in my heart and mind when no one is around
If only they knew the sins I struggle with
If only they knew how hard it is for me to look the best I can so they don't see what is really going on
If only they knew
If not for God, where would I have been
He's been there in every passing moment
Reassuring me that it is well
What manna of love is this
He knows all my flaws, yet He still loves me
If men knew half the things I have done in time past, I bet they wouldn't want to look at me
But God knows all these yet he still calls out to me
He speaks to me even, whoa!
This is amazing right?
I mean He's the one person that really knows me but then still loves me the same
I nearly fell into the enemies hands
Yayhh, I've won is is what I heard him say
I was two steps away from hell but God held me by the hand and pulled me
He came through for me once again
I love him with my all because He's just done too much than I can fathom
Baba God thank you for everything
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Kukua Afra
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 15 hours ago in Feast
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