Just a Game

Poetry

None of it makes sense to me

And my heart still feels the pain

Did I ever mean anything to you

Or was it always just a game

Everything you accused me of

Is what you were doing the whole time

You casually made me your enemy

While I sat doe eyed and blind

None of it makes sense to me

I’m left with knots in my brain

Unable to get them untangled

Still trapped in the webs of your game

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A New Home

Poetry

Then He took my hand

And led me far away

He tended to my wounds

He taught me how to pray

And when an opportunity came to go

I didn’t want to leave

I had fallen in love with this resting place

Where He showed me freedom and peace

So we agreed I could stay!

This was now my new home

Living with Him at my side

With no more need to roam

Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.