AM I NOT STILL GOD?

AM I NOT STILL GOD?

Embattled, Broken...

Disenfranchised until sorrow became a franchise.

All natures of tongue you have spoken,

You kneel, you crawl, you scream, 

You sprawl, all the way round.

You roll until dirt becomes one with you,

Becomes common ground.

With your eyes looking up to the sky you sob.

Your dreams have been shattered,

And your goals have been battered.

Your heart has always been crushed.

....So you ask why? 

Why is this happening to me?

How can you say that you love me,

And yet sorrow consumes me?

And i ask you this in return,

      Am i not still God?

 Your parents died when you were still five years old

Right about now, you cannot find a steady job,

He told you that he loved you,

And yet all he wanted to do was to baby bump you,

As a result, you feel like your future prosperity is now deprived.

There is cancer in three parts of your body at age 25.

Your folks are staunch Christians,

So you tried so hard not to sin or to lie,

And so you pray;

Please!! Do not let me die!!

So i ask you this;

    Am i not still God?

You have exclusively sinned all sins.

You have fornicated in every different way,

You have revealed your private parts,

As hard as the sun emits sun rays.

You have been a witch to witchcraft,

And lost terribly in spiritual warcraft.

Thus you lament;

"I am not worthy Lord"

So i ask you this;

    Am i not still God?

My promises are true.

He/She that is weary should come to me.

I shall give ye rest.

By my stripes ye are healed,

By my Grace ye are perfected.

My blood is into you by Love injected.

Seek and you shall find,

Ask and you will receive.

Pursuant to this, 

I would kike to repeat;

"By my stripes ye are healed"

And so i ask you this again;

       Am i not still God?

A Poem by Bruno Edgard.