Who Would Listen
Who Would Listen
No one would listen when I said,
“Why does Daddy hate me?”
No one would listen when I said,
“That bad man tried to touch me
No one would listen when I said,
“I was deeply saddened and needed help!”
My broken demeanor spoke volumes
but no one cared enough to listen.
God wouldn’t listen when my broken voice
Spoke loudly pleading to take away my brother’s
Cancer as he suffered so terribly.
God wouldn’t listen to my broken voice
Shrouded with pain, when I asked for strength
As I struggled with the heartache of losing my
Beloved brother.
The loss of my brother’s life left me
Shuddering alone in silence.
Who will listen, here, no one but
When I am face to face with God
I pray He will forgive my failings.
My greatest hope is to rejoin my Brother
in Heaven with all wounds healed,
Joy in our hearts and restored as God’s
Children who we always were but
no one wouldn’t listen.
Copyright © Diane Perna | Year Posted 2019
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