Anonymous
Beloved of All
Lord take this anger from me, I try to control it bottle it up, it is eating me a live. I don’t want to be mad at you, but it seems you don’t see me or hear me, and when I want to leave or walk away, you pull be back, which then hope rises only for more to fall upon me. I am made righteous in my Lord, I try my best failed, stumble and at the brink of destruction, I blame myself for falling for the evil ones lies, and I turned to you in faith, but nothing good is coming, no help and no resurrection, as found in your word. Where are you? Does it really please you our destruction in this life? I am so despaired in this all, that I Just want to die. I guess it is what it is, no hope.
