Hold Me, God

 Hold Me, God

(A poem of anger, fear, and surrender)

Forgive me, God, I was angry
when I heard their decision—
like thunder tearing through a clear sky,
my heart split, unwilling, unready.

Forgive me, I’m sad,
deeply disappointed,
you piled more weight upon me,
sharpened the wounds already there.

I cried in silence,
my soul screamed within.
This is madness, God,
a torment that feels endless.

But forgive me—
I know I shouldn't be angry,
for You are the All-Knowing,
and every pain hides a hidden wisdom.

Forgive me, I am afraid,
this world feels too real,
and I feel so small,
wandering without money,
facing needs that scream louder every day.

I’m trembling, God,
afraid I won’t survive
the storms, the crashing waves
that never seem to rest.

Yet I know,
I must not fear.
You hold everything—
for me, for them, for all.

Still, God,
I’m afraid...
my heart is fragile,
so very fragile.

I fear I won’t be strong enough
to endure it all.

So hear me, God—
forgive my weakness,
my trembling faith, my failing patience.

Help me, God.
Don’t leave me behind.
Love me in the midst of this storm,
have mercy on me in my silence.

Walk beside me through this path,
and hold me, God—
hold me close,
until my fears dissolve
and peace returns me home.