So what if it’s just a poem. Maybe I need it.
by Meredith Angeline Hinton
Here I stand empty hands
Confused, alone, and in despair.
I raise my hands in surrender,
You alone can repair.
Was everything made to be broken?
I try to find answers to my questions
But my spirit clings to one token;
Your life for my life,
Let the world know You have spoken.