God, You Stink

My son is dead
I hate this
this loss
this sadness
this ache
I hate that in the midst of
my anguish
I know and experience
your love
your grace
your mercy
anger bubbles within
Yet I know and experience
your goodness
your care
your presence
my son is dead
I hate this
use it for your glory and praise
I am overwhelmed by
my grief
my sorrow
my loss
use it to make me more like Jesus
God, you stink…but I love that
I can be
angry
upset
totally honest with you
My son is dead
I hate this
But I love you God