Fighting the pain of rejection
Shaking off a childhood of dejection
Raising my voice to be heard
Silence screams above the noise
Eyes afraid to close; too much fear
Loneliness and pain seem ever so near
Choices few and far between
Back bent with responsibility
In stolen silent moments
I hear Him speak
Be still, He says
And know
That
I Am God
PoP © April 24 07
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