Your Mistake

Sunday evening 5:57 p.m. September 27, 2015 Kansas City, Mo Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks "Your Mistake" Walking into church I can see I am the only one here I have come to be forgiven for no longer believing in His love How could I ever believe in something I don't feel in my heart If there is a God, where is He as I lay in tears fearing tomorrow? I walk closer to the pew shaking for I know I need to be forgiven Forgiven for believing that this hell we call earth is only temporary This earth is not my home for if it was depression would never be daily I guess this is how I am suppose to feel so that I may call on Him to love me I kneel on bended knee looking up into the eyes of your son Jesus Christ Staring into those eyes I am suppose to trust Him to save me from all evil How can I trust a figment of my imagination when you allow me to feel this bad If you are my creator please I cry to you to save me from so much pain As I say my prayer trying to clear my eyes of tears I see a vision Like so many nights I pray to you these visions are slapped away I am unlovable, unforgivable, untrusting, far from created by Heaven I'm just your mistake you choose to keep breathing to suffer for all others sins