11-19-2017, 11:28 AM
First Revision
God, not me
When grief
was the overload,
His cloud of comfort
cared for me, working
even the secret
world of another's deceit
into terrible revelation
of love and hate;
He deadened my pain
by painting a smile, keeping
this heart from fainting.
It's harder to pick
bones with God, so
dysfunction remains blind
to the greater
hidden
more profitable things,
which have always remained
out of my hands,
and into His.
original
God, not me
When grief
was the overload
in a cloud
He met
lies with lies,
deceit with deceit;
all the while
He deadened pain
by painting a smile
to keep a heart
from crumbling.
It's harder to pick bones
with God,
so dysfunction
chooses the weakest,
instead.
God, not me
When grief
was the overload,
His cloud of comfort
cared for me, working
even the secret
world of another's deceit
into terrible revelation
of love and hate;
He deadened my pain
by painting a smile, keeping
this heart from fainting.
It's harder to pick
bones with God, so
dysfunction remains blind
to the greater
hidden
more profitable things,
which have always remained
out of my hands,
and into His.
original
God, not me
When grief
was the overload
in a cloud
He met
lies with lies,
deceit with deceit;
all the while
He deadened pain
by painting a smile
to keep a heart
from crumbling.
It's harder to pick bones
with God,
so dysfunction
chooses the weakest,
instead.
there's always a better reason to love