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DEAR GOD

  • openspaceliteraryj
  • Apr 20, 2022
  • 2 min read

(Name)


(Address)


Year 20**


Dear God,


HOLDING ONTO YOU


Introducing myself isn't necessary because you knew me before I was even in my

mother's womb.


There are so many things I want to tell you. Although you see the heart of men, still,

you tell those who labour and are heavy laden to come to you. You do not reproach

them rather, you grant rest to their hearts and soul, therefore, I will not be silent, I

will speak out to you.


Life itself has been hard these days. This past week, in the funniest of ways, has

been the most emotional, laced with so many thoughts and questions.


Am I truly dull?


Is this the part you want me to take?


Why are my prayers not answered or rather, why is there no manifestation?


What else can I, or must I do to make it all better?


It seems my efforts are not yielding results, who then should I turn to?


Should I just give it all up?


These burdened thoughts are constantly plaguing my mind but I have learned so far

to hold onto you.


Even when it seems all hope is lost;


Even when it seems like I am drowning;


Even when the time for the manifestation of my prayers is yet to come;


Even when those around me do not seem to care;


Even at times, you feel so far away;


Even at times, it feels like I am drifting away;


I will hold onto you!


Help me God!


My cry to you as my mortal strength fails.


Strengthen me.


And help me so that my faith in you will stand sure,


never wavering.


There is so much more I want to say, but I cannot find the words...


You know it all.


God, Help me!


Author: Moboluwaji Alo.

Bio: I am an individual passionately inclined to write and learn as well. I love to read and write both fictional and biographical write-ups, I love to sing and listen to music. All of these make me who I am and they help me not to be held down by any situation whatsoever.

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