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Mold me El Shaddai
I'm feeling a little low.. I stare helplessly out the window wondering where will my life go. I'm hanging on to my past digging my fingers in as I clutch the trash, the baggage. I feel like I can't release, no matter how hard I try I can't unlock my grip. My fears smother me and my tears just drip. I've been trying so hard to mentally flip the script. The thoughts in my mind painfully negative, a pessimistic narrative. No clarity to define what's imperative. Surrounded by medicines, sedatives that separate your consciousness from what's relative. Sickening the society is the primary directive. Yeah they brain wash through the media hoping to knock a few screws loose. Doomed to go through this life damaged. Trying to infect your soul the ultimate goal but I won't let go. Not selling myself out for gold. God says to go and be bold, so I'm trying to hold my morals close. No matter the damage done to my flesh I will walk in faith that God knows what's best, hoping for the rainbow to come after the storm. I'm trying to look forward and dwell on what was before. I'm not perfect but no one ever was except for the father and the son. Lift me up holy one above the things I can't control. Take the wheel help me travel the off beaten road, the path is narrow. At the same time you love anything you made even the smallest sparrow. So take my sorrow help me improve more tomorrow. Show me what I'm missing please forgive me for the times I didn't listen. Make me more consistent. Give me new strength, better resistance to the relentless darkness that smothers and covers the earth. Give me that love that only can be felt from you above. It's not a religion but its a heart condition