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.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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