Who is HE?

I grew up in a religious family
But am nowhere close to being in touch with God

I feel small
Helpless
Angry
Depressed
Hurt
Broken
Betrayed
I feel myself—the happy, bubbly me—slipping through my own fingers
Maybe it’s because I’ve distanced myself
Shut everyone out
Shut HIM

out
So, who is HE

?
What can HE

do for me?
Is HE

even real?
Truth is, I don’t know
But HE’S

something:
Something to believe in,
Something to give me hope,
Something to strengthen my faith,
Something to keep me from hurting myself,
Something to look forward to, besides death,
Something to guide me through the twist and turns, ups and downs, of life,
Something to help me gain confidence.
And protect me from my own worst enemy, My Self.
HE’S

not only something.
HE’S

everything.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.03.2012

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