It was a good run or, should I say, a crawl for me.
Some really underestimate the hurt that this curse can be. It’s like You have Your back to me While also stabbing me.

I thought You were the faithful one, the one who healed the broken sons.
When You said “It is finished,” I never thought, “I’m the finished one.”

What happened to Your love for me? Will You ever come for me?
You said that if I came to You, You’d never let me free. Yet it’s a mystery how Jesus Christ has abandoned me.

Because of Your grace, I can say this race was a great run.
But what was the point if I didn’t know the raised son?
Now I’m in terror; I feel my faith is the fake one.