Trapped in my mind of insecurity,
Waiting for the Lord to rescue me,
On the edge of here and there,
Wanting to be healed from despair.
Arguing with the voices in my head,
Wanting to silence them instead,
Of hearing them attack loud and clear,
Oh Lord deliver me, do you hear?
Trying to walk on the narrow line,
Feeling drunk like with wine,
Yet sober, I fall to the ground,
Looking for my Savior, is He around?
I focus by counting my blessings,
I am still torn up, needing dressings,
Praying for the hour to come,
Holding on to God’s promises, every one.
Then, I feel a quake and shivers go down my spine,
All becomes calm and divine,
For I finally find it quiet in my head,
As I fall asleep into my bed.
Thank you Jesus for rescuing me,
For I am my own worst enemy,
Thank you for your patience, so kind,
For healing the war inside my mind.
Uttering from Jenn's Pen 