I Hate You

His pain overwhelmed
in this place of sin
reeling, unspoken
nowhere to begin

The floodgates opened
the rage inside
the bile flowing
directed at God

Shouting, cursing
the torrent within
yelling, “I hate you!”,
to our sovereign king


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November 14, 2012
page 80, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
The Shack, by William P. Young
http://www.theshackbook.com/


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