by Jordyn Lee
Sitting there, so alone behind a screen
only to read gossip all over my news feed
I shake while seeing my name pop up with an embarrassing rumor- indeed
Why? I wonder- why are people so cruel and the need
making fun of others for their own deed
Thinking its a cool thing to do or it’ll make their self esteem…
Does anyone feel the way I hurt? Then I remember the man who prayed in gethsemane..
My faith is just a tiny seed
But wait isn’t that all I need?
From the hurt as feeling so low and that I’ll be nothing for the world and what they want to see
They tell me read
Read with that tiny seed
They say it’ll grow
But it’s not that easy, you see
But I do so
I learn a story of a man who did plead
as he had to sacrifice his life just for me
Does he feel the way I feel?
The hurt and betrayal that even my own friend said they agreed …
with the post that was made for me
to see because of people’s jealousy
He was a perfect being but because of envy
The savior put his hands together and on his knee
He felt the agony
More pain than I felt inside me
Prayed there, begging and crying…
there has to be another way to be free
To be perfect, like thee
He got tortured
He cried.. But not even with greed
Please Heavenly Father let them be..
For they know not what they do
When he bleed for you and me..
And felt the worst pain in history
Just in a night in gethsemane
Remember he is true and he feels your pain all in the pouring rain..
with the nails in his wrists, hands, and feet
We will all bleed
but with him we WILL exceed and live for eternity
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