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I Cry When I Pray, Because I am Addressing The One Who Creates And Destroys

My Lord! Have you forsaken me? Or have I forsaken you? When I trample your decrees beneath my feet. When I disobey you, am I leaving you? Oh, but why is it so hard to be like you? Where is my recompense for having to live this life? Will I ever feel like a child again? Or am I cursed to repeat this hell, day after day, until the days finally end? Oh, my Lord, your people beg! But the silence you respond is not absence, it is patience, and patience is faith, and in this faith I act, I pray. Oh lord, I will not swerve. I will put my right boot before my left, and I will walk where ever you have traversed. I thank you Lord, for everything you have given me, and everything you continue to give to me. I thank you Lord, for everything you have taken from me, and for everything you continue to withold.

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Valerie Beasley...

Youssef!  HE will never, ever forsake you.  HE is a forgiving God!  You can never be like God as HE is not a man like you!  HE owes you no recompense for living…HE wants you to have life and that more abundantly.  HE is never silent…HE speaks to your heart continually…you can hear Him always.  Faith is the things you hope for and the evidence of things unseen.  You must possess your soul in patience in order and wait for the manifestation of your faith.  HE promises to you that you will see salvation in the land of the living.  

Continue to cry out to HIM….HE will answer YOU! 

val

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John Desilentio

Thank you Val. I don't mean to be as God is in perfection, I mean in keeping to His commandment to "be perfect, as your Heavenly Father is perfect.", of course, no man has any hope of being perfect. He has not forsaken me, "Behold, they will be my people and I will be their God, and I will never leave them." God is never silent, but when a man grows cold and stops listening, even though God can shout in my ear, I do not hear, and this appears to be silence. God does not turn His back, I, in my foolish rages, turn my back. Sin is a separation from God. He has not abandoned me, but when I sin I abandon Him... Thanks Val for your comment, it helps remind me that God wants what is best for me, and that He forgives me when I fall short...

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Jai Masters

Youssef this is a spiritual piece 

I feel your soul in the despair 

and your heart in suffering 

but remember your bible 

your father you God 

your friend and your neighbour 

we are One; 

Youssef the title of your poem 

Is the great blessing for my day 

I can thank God I met Youssef the poet 

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John Desilentio

Thank you so much for your kind words, Jai. I really pour my heart and soul into my writings, and perhaps, someone out there will prosper from my despair. Perhaps my defeat can be the grounds for another's success. I don't know. I will just keep writing.

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John Desilentio

Thank you so much :) I think the joy that a Christian has is that even when he does not know, even if he is confused, or overwhelmed, so long as he is obedient, he is doing what is right. We don't always need to know, just obey, like Abraham did. That was my aim in writing this. Thank you for the kind words Iman :)

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John Desilentio

:) Thank you so much, it means a lot to hear these kinds of things from the people who read what I write. it lets me know that my writing efforts aren't in vain. It is my own little psalm, isn't it? I never looked at  it that way but I believe you are right. The final lines are a small prayer I have been reciting when I get angry or discouraged. Prayer is a good thing, not because god needs it, but because we need it, to thrive. It is, as I see it, (and perhaps I will someday work this into a poem) like the sun and plants. The sun doesn't need the plants, it would go on shining without them, but the plants need the sun to thrive and grow. If the plant are blocked from the sun, it only kills them. I think that the last two lines are the most honest, humble, and encompassing things that a person can say. Thank you, Angel :)

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