Yeah…
I look at the world and my stomach turns,
Kids getting hurt while the wicked still earn.
Innocent blood, broken homes, silent cries,
And heaven feels quiet while the darkness survives.
I’m like, God, where were You when they crossed that line?
When fear lived in my body, when I ran out of time?
When prayers hit the ceiling and fell back down,
When the evil stayed standing and the pure hit the ground.
I know You’re holy, I know You’re just,
But sometimes faith feels like shattered trust.
I’m angry at the systems, the monsters in skin,
And I’m angry at You for letting them win… even once.
I’m talking to You now, no filter, no fear,
Why do the wolves get power and the lambs disappear?
Why do abusers breathe while angels go home?
Why does the grave get babies before they even get known?
You say You see everything, every tear, every crime,
So why does it feel like You’re silent in time?
Why does the world stay cruel, stay cold, stay dark,
While we’re down here bleeding and calling Your heart?
I’m mad, yeah, I’m mad, and I’m not gonna lie,
Some days my faith is just a scream in the sky.
Like, “Do You feel this? Do You see what they do?
Or are You just watching like it’s a distant view?”
But then I breathe… and I hate this part,
‘Cause even in anger I still feel Your heart.
I still feel You in the broken and weak,
In the ones who survive, in the ones who still seek.
Maybe You’re not the one causing the pain,
Maybe You’re the one crying in every chain.
Maybe You’re in the courtroom, the shelter, the street,
In every small mercy the world tries to defeat.
I don’t understand it, I don’t get the plan,
Why evil gets loud and innocence can’t stand.
But I know You were with me when I almost broke,
When my chest was tight and my prayers barely spoke.
So yeah, I’m angry.
And yeah, I still believe.
Both can live in the same broken piece of me.
I don’t worship a God who loves the abuse,
I worship a God who bleeds with the bruised.
Who waits for the day when justice will rise,
When every monster will face holy eyes.
So I yell, I cry, I question Your name,
But I don’t walk away, I just bring You my pain.
‘Cause if You were really gone, I wouldn’t care—
I’m only this mad ‘cause I know You’re there.
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