I have this hunger pain whose growls drown out the people trying to feed me

They may as well crucify themselves next to Christ

Because I can’t hear Him either

When He’s begging for my life

“Father, forgive her for she knows not what she has done.

This disbelief came upon her like an ulcer

Layered in worry and stress.

Now here she is, chewing on her own hand

Much easier to eat than this two thousand year old piece of bread

Loosening her belt as a glutton

Yet tightening the noose around her neck.”

It’s taken me too long to see

That I’m feeding this hunger that’s eating me from the inside out

With doubt in the only One who can satisfy me.


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