like sewage from a busted pipe
it pours forth from every inch
leaving its awful stench
if only it could be fixed with a simple wrench.
after all I've tried,
the soap doesn't clean; the covers dont hide
all the filth caked inside.
The dirt still attached to me
every stain they can see.
Fear what really they think of me.
no more layers to peel and shed
rather, hung as a sign above my head;
it even follows me as to bed.
Turning your eyes, alone and shunned
ashamed of what's been done,
every atom screams to run.
no one can see the tears I've cried
let them glimpse the pain deep inside
behind these hazel eyes.
all of this seared in my heart
Though its hidden still rips me apart
Bruising chains I carry
a fight to keep it all buried.
Trying anything to be clean and new,
work hard with something to prove.
Like a mask I wear on my face
Feeble attempt to rid my disgrace

Why must all this suffering be?
Do You have reasons we cannot see?
Why is so much evil allowed to stand?
We really struggle how to understand
The tragedies continue to unfold
Life spins out of control
Worlds crumble like a figurine
shattering every hope and dream
ripping away carefully constructed façade
Innocent suffers again and again
Evil seems to always win
Carrying out their disgusting whims
You send sunshine over their days
Shadowed ours in torrential rain
is there a purpose, or just chaos and pain?
..But…
through this raging storm
I'm holding to promises You've sworn
Clinging to the sovereign goodness of God
While traversing this treacherous sod
trust You know what’s best
waiting for the Day of Rest
the coming promised Jubilee
when the captives will be set free
bringing true justice and all is made right
faith will finally made sight
Not my plans but Your glory.
It’s not about me, but Your story