To Grieve

Can I sit with you?
Can I cry in your arms?
Can I just be with you
While I process all this harm?

Are you willing to be silent?
Are you willing to be quiet?
Are you willing to just listen
And realize I don’t want to fight it

Your prophecies mean nothing
Your preaching makes me angry
Your words are only hurting
Even though they mean to love me

I know that God is here
And He is with me in the pain
I know that God can turn this loss
Into the greatest gain

But right now I want a shoulder
I want you to know how I feel
I want you to acknowledge
That all my pain is real

So, can I sit with you?
Can I cry in your arms?
Can I just be with you
While I process all this harm?

Are you willing to be silent?
Are you willing to be quiet?
Are you willing to just listen
And realize I don’t want to fight it

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