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 mindContinue reading “Getting Through It”