Lord, you tell me to serve you, but I haven't heard even a whisper about this path and purpose you intend me to pursue.
God said “love your enemies” but he didn't tell us what to do when it hurts, when a piece of your heart it attached to every kind word and gesture that then gets picked apart and shredded into shards that shoot right back at me.
Our Father affirms how we must forgive our trespassers, but he didn't tell us how to repair the damage, how to stop being taken advantage of, or how to stand up for ourselves. He didn't tell us how to end the the cycles, just how to continue them by turning over your other cheek and not withhold even your tunic.
Jesus preached about how we should love our neighbors as ourselves, but he didn't say what to do when you’re full of self-hate or when nobody cares that you care about them because they're too busy trying to get someone else's approval.
He also said "Don't let your hearts be troubled” but he didn't say what to do when they don't listen to you, when there's so much at stake, when your world caves in, when you're cast aside like dust but the world still wants to much, or when you're just not happy and you don't know why everything is so hard,
or when you're wide awake at night, knowing the ones you care about the most could be on the verge of breaking their skin.