Getting Through It

Thoughts thrusted by me,
In my brain of infinity,
Born with freewill,
Forced punishment or curse?

The wait, the wondering,
These thoughts I am plundering,
The enemy feeds them,
And my emptiness makes it worse.

Applause and Praise,
When my Father I raise,
Something He acknowledges,
Even when my lips want to purse.

He will pull me out of the pit,
In my broken mind I do sit,
I need to cling to my Salvation,
To drive my mind into reverse.

I study His words to sooth,
His Words read so smooth,
Filling me with the Holy Spirit,
These bad thoughts will soon disperse.