Lying there
B R O K E N
I felt
W H O L E
Crying and talking
to God
on that Sunday afternoon
Was the best thing I had
done in months
Lying there
S A T I S F I E D
I felt
B R O K E N
So broken I could almost
step away and watch
myself
stumble through the aftermath
Of my bad decisions
And I felt miles away from
S U N D A Y
YOU ARE READING
My Broken Hallelujah
Spiritual//collection of original poetry about my faith// When I am weak then am I strong. The Lord is my song and of him will I sing. Forever will I sing of his name and his Kingdom. Of him I will never be ashamed.
