I think I went through a stage where I was really questioning if I was worth everything God had done for me. Anyways, another poem I found in my journal, I hope ya’ll find it interesting!
The solemn silence that fills this place.
The Broken hearts longing to be replaced, the worried tales of a lie, the painful sounds of unspoken cries.
The lost cries to the wind, the silent pain and suffering, wondering if it will ever end.
Am I trapped here, am I lost? Will I ever be the worth of the paid cost?
Will I ever find my peace?
The hope of a truth.
The pain of a wound, the cry of the lost, it comes at a cost.
Am I trapped here, am I lost, will I ever be the worth of the cost?
All the lies they ever tell
All the stories they never
Faces, laughter, pain, they’re becoming the same.
Cries to the wind, lines and truths, they blur.
The cost is higher than my worth, it seems official, I am lost.
In the pain, and suffering, crying and the pain, freedom sounds to the wind
Something inside me breaks.
The cost paid in full. Tears of laughter, and of hurt, finally have it’s worth. I have finally found my worth, paid at the cross.