I told God I was angry, I thought He’d be surprised.
I thought I’d kept hostility quite cleverly disguised.
I told the Lord I hate Him, I told Him that I hurt.
I told Him that He isn’t fair, that He’d treated me like dirt!
I told God I was angry, but I’m the one surprised!
“What I’ve known all along,” He said, “You’ve finally realized.
At last you have admitted what’s really in your heart.
Dishonesty, not anger, was keeping us apart.
“Even when you hate Me, I don’t stop loving you.
Before you can receive that love you must confess what’s true.
In telling me the anger you genuinely feel.
It loses power over you, permitting you to heal.”
The truth that I was angry had finally set me free
*Things may not have gone right, but no matter what God still loves u n me oso*