Do you hear my pain?

Does my pain matter? 

Will the pain stop?

Will my heart beat again?

Will food taste the same, or just bland?

Am I the one to blame?

For my hurt has turned into shame.

Will I be able to listen to that song again?

Will the noise of my life shattering end?

Will I continue to suffer every day?

Will the song of heartbreak remain on replay?

What am I to do?

What am I to say?

This hurt has a hold on me, my pain you can’t relate.

Have you ever experienced death and remained alive?

It’s the best way to express my pain inside.

I smile, I cry, and let things slide.

I want to be rescued, even though I hide.

Tell me, can you hear my pain?

Tell me, you see my tears.

Don’t ignore my cry, for being ignored is what I fear;

Though I try to hold it in, my eyes are full of tears.

I feel locked out, scratching to get back in.

A day without disdain is considered a win,

Yet I feel like I lost my friend.

Are you gone—I mean truly gone?

The loss of you is beyond my ability to grasp.

I read, I write, I pray a lot,

Because only God can fill the spot

Of my brokenness, without a doubt.

Maybe writing this is therapy… or maybe not.

For God I live, for God I die.

I made a choice to present my body on the altar,

Pouring this all out before Him.

He’s Elohim, my Father, my Savior, my King.

Save me from myself.

Save me from my loss.

Save me from what I thought was right.

I relinquish my pain unto You—

My reproach, my regret,

My shortcomings, and my tears.

My healing, God, it has begun.

I accept healing.

I accept restoration.

This grief, this hurt, took my breath,

Now I breathe just fine, because in You I rest.

Thank You, Jesus, for the love and peace.

Thank You for reaching places that couldn’t be reached.

You deserve the honor and glory forever.

Thank You for not letting me fall into darkness and die in my pain.

Thank You Lord God forever You reign.

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