When

by It Itty   Apr 5, 2005


When will I be released from this place?
When will I be with my Father?
I realize that I am not meant to be happy here...
I couldn't even tell you what happy is.
God has blessed me in so many ways...
why am I so demanding?
Why can I not simply choose to accept things?
Why am I suddenly wanting everything now...a mentor,
an accountability partner, a relationship,
knowing what I am to do in the future...

I put on my mask of everything being okay,
but it's not...I need help, I need answers, guidence.
Some think that my life is perfect, it's not.
I may make it seem like it is,
I may bring my burdens upon myself by choice,
but I still need help, everything is not okay.
Lord Jesus, please forgive me for being
impatient, and guide me in what you want me to be.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    this poem is like a beautiful prayer

  • 20 years ago

    by Anne Conner

    That poem had alot of feeling and I know exactly how it is to feel like that. I hope someday God will use me to enhance (sp?) His kingdom. However it didn't rhythm all that well. 4/4.
    ~anne~

  • 20 years ago

    by Lipton

    Aw, I miss you! Erm, yeah. This is one of your better pieces in my opinion. Very long to! Anyway, you know you can talk to me whenever you need to!
    ^_^

    ~Ciao Lipton

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