Unseen, Unbroken

A prayer in four stanzas

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18

In my own ruin,
there’s grief, there’s sin.
On my own skin,
with burns—unclean.

I feel it within.
it makes me scream,
to run unseen.

Within my heart,
a glow, a spark—
there’s something good;
I think I could
do one more thing,
say one more word
and be heard,
say one more prayer,
breathe in the air.

No longer sad—
with hope in God,
He takes my pain,
He makes me sane.

A.O. Homorodean

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