Do I matter, God please help me to understand

Since 1985 I felt like my skin made me a target for unworthiness

Before I could even comprehend hatred, ignorance, and racism I knew you had the power in your hand

But here we are still at a cross roads and I’m waiting to hear that I’m not going to the pit.

I know not to store my treasure on earth I wouldn’t dare, but its kinda hard since I live here

When I open my bible and read about the apostles, sure they made mistakes, but they seemed to have had perfect faith

What I fail to realize most times is that I’m not fighting against flesh and blood, its not their boos and jeers

I don’t t know how much more I can take, they slapped me twice already I only have one face.

So I ask again do I matter? I can hear the prince of power of the air whispering evil nothings to me

It would be easy to listen and take what is being offered and take it as a gift

he’s always bragging about how life with him would be

the price is my soul and in the end on my neck with your knee is where your likely to sit.

Come to think of it the question has already been answered hasn’t it

If I didn’t matter you wouldn’t come for my throat the way that you do

your lies are convincing I definitely have to admit

You’ve tricked the world into destroying itself and made us believe e its cool

You wouldn’t do all this if I didn’t matter.

God has already told me that I do, so begone with your lies and half truths,

My life matters,

My purpose matters,

My soul matters,

So yes, I matter.