“I made sandwiches for homeless people, and went out to tell them about the truth of Christ that I loved so deeply”.
While Brittany’s life began perfecting every Bible story and being the best Christian girl, she had no idea that her very household would be the very thing that destroyed her family forever. Her story expounds on the impact of abandonment and addiction while her chaotic situation consistently moved her from houses to hotels, and even wandering the streets during the night.
Brittany’s parents were in and out of prison during her childhood, leaving her to forge for both herself and her siblings. When it came down to her relationship with God, it was hard for her to believe that God was actually a good God.
Steadfast
The past and the future are
swirling around in her head.
It comes to her wandering,
still dancing until the night’s dead.
As infinite moonlight lasts the face of fear,
comes sailing through her last cup of beer.
Steps of Uncertainty
Even now in the lip of understanding,
there is a place for her.
Death upon light enters through the field of thorns.
There is a place for her.
And as she must continue to carry out
the face of fear sailing through to its death.
the reality of sin
This song must end
Thus somewhere she must go.
Somewhere she goes.
Who will wait for her?
Foundation rebuilt with dirt and thorn
Give her a moment…. the cold front came quickly this year.
You aren’t cursed to care less
of those she’s supposed to hold dear
Speaks truth to strangers but treats all her friends insincere
Chase out your nightmares only to become what you fear.
Old Dirt replaced with new
Someday, sometime.
Together with time to spare.
Time to learn time to care.
Someday, somewhere.
Facing trials and fear
If belief is emotion and trust is a choice she is dead.
Both love and hatred take seats,
‘say that the table ain’t safe.
Darling there’s no room for you and
Your dreams of despair.
Decency died on the cross next to Jesus, but who cares.
God is a Wrathful God indeed
Don’t you fool the morning sun.
Today was yesterday.
Everything has changed
Since all of your hallelujahs
Still smell of Saturday.
numb to pain
The struggle isn’t pretty
No matter what you’re missing.
An end is a beginning
If you’ll only keep forgetting.
Each day is for resilience.
A melting heart of sickness.
good God
Her lips may whisper hallelujah
But they’ll leave a nasty taste.
The struggle isn’t pretty
No matter what you’re missing
In this room now, all alone.
Trust in the Word God Almighty
An end is a beginning
If you’ll only keep forgetting
Each day is for resilience
A melting heart of sickness.
