maybe the puzzles could be fixed if I only
knew where the right pieces are.
the jagged pieces won't fit if the corners
are all seemly square.

it's hard to keep forcing pieces to fit if they
won't match up.
kind of like trying to fit a big cardboard
box into an eight ounce cup.

the right pieces for my life to get back on
track I can't seem to find.
everything I need to focus on to feel good
it won't seep into my mind.

this heart of mind was made to become
all about the Lord and His joy.
the devil is playing me like a fool just to
make me his own personal toy.

i want out of the devil's game so that I
can find peace in my own game.
i need Jesus to lead me through this
by me calling on His name.

pick up the pieces Lord and help me
to fix my puzzled and confused life.
it's been said by so many others that
choosing you, you will make it right.

My many nights are cold, strange
and strangled by the devil.
Frustrations come easy and I feel
the presence of everything evil.

Angels are spoken of but they are
not talking to me.
Torment has it's claws buried inside
of me refusing to set me free.

Under my feet there's nothing to
walk on but painful spiking stones.
Cutting the skin from the bottoms
of my feet right down to the bones.

My soul is pierced and I feel like
I'm so desperately loss.
The devil is casting his spell on me,
he doesn't care about the cost.

The oceans of blue waters I've seen
they no longer exist.
The warmth of the rains I've felt has
now turned to a bitter cold mist.

Darkness covers up everything and
it's overtaken the light.
The master of evilness has stepped
in and taken away my will to fight.

I don't know myself anymore and
I'm too afraid to have hope.
I'm falling with a promise to find
nothing at the end of the *****.

I realized what I have in you, it's
more than I deserve to have.
Always having a very positive spirit
compared the negative one I have.

I often wonder why couldn't I be the
one who's there to carry you.
To fight for you on the days when you
feel as if you can't make it through.

I stand back when the crowds are there
to cheer you on.
I think about the tears you've cried on
days I've did you wrong.

The sacrifice you put yourself through
to keep our lives as one.
You've never said to me that you're not
the one who's having fun.

Your smile is worth more than the cost
of the coolest September day.
I just wished that we could stand out in
the rain and do nothing else but play.

When I was on top of the world you were
always there with me.
I couldn't really open up my eyes to truly
see that it was really you standing by me.

If you left today and never came back to
be my friend again.
I'll remember that it was me who was the
one who gave up my very best friend.

You were welcomed into my house at 23, like a baby
you came in expecting us to flush the *****.
A 23 year old man whose not so classy at all, even my
9 year old knows to clean her nose if it's snotty.

She's 9 and I don't have to go ask her to clean up her room.
But here you are a grown a$$ man with your mother having
to call and telling us to close the door to keep us from seeing
how ***** and nasty that you kept your room.

My 9 year old granddaughter don't sleep in the bed all day and
on weekends to keep from doing anything around the house.
She didn't wait until 11:00 p.m. while we were sleeping to go into
our kitchen scrounging for food just like a little mouse.

You're a 23 year old man using our car to get to work daily while my
wife,(your aunt) is out in the rain catching the bus.
You didn't have a problem using anything we offered you for free,
problems only came when we ask you to come and help us.

You expected my wife to cut the yard while you go hide in your
room pretending to be in the bed.
You weren't going to disrespect my household and I don't care what
anybody said.

I had to tell you when to clean up your room and at 23 you still
couldn't comprehend on just how to do that.
The problem is you're a nasty, ***** punk, a spoil and selfish brat
at the age of 23 and that's the only and honest fact.

You weren't paying any bills at our house but you'd get mad when
we'd ask you to help cut the grass.
When you weren't using our car you'll run in the room and turn out the lights and claim to be asleep so fast.

If the girls you were dating only knew that you wouldn't clean the bathtub before and after you took a bath.
They would probably push you away if they knew that you covered
and drown yourself with half a perfume flask.

You are lazy and that's just the way you are and it's just a matter of
time before you lose your job.
Written up for being late 35 times and you're blaming Lowe's as if
they are doing you wrong like the claims you make about us.

We didn't do you wrong because we talked to you about it but now I see why your mother and dad wanted you gone.
You're slow minded and think you know it all but you can't figure it out, a sorry momma's boy and you're never be on your on.

I know the difference between you and my 9 year old granddaughter
and that difference is what I call the IQ.
You can't figure your way out of an old wet paper bag, you're 23 years
old and disrespectful and that's all you have going for you.

Oh! by the way we didn't ask you for any money we just ask that you clean your room and to help cut the grass.
Your money was for you to save and buy yourself a car but "Jordan's"
were more important to you because you wanted to take us fast.

I see what your parents probably seen in you but they won't and refuse to tell you like I will.
You're sorry, spoiled, and lazy and expected me to treat you like a baby
but us raising a 23 year old man just isn't my kind of deal.

You're bad mouthing us and Lowe's employees as if others really want to hear what's coming from your mouth.
If you want them to know a good story why not start by telling them
the reasons why I had to truly put you out.

I put in my time only to find that
I'm not getting anything back.
Besides that nobody wanted to hear
my thoughts and that's a fact.

Solutions offered on daily basis and
that's about all I can do.
Words are being spoken out loud but
I'm not hearing anything from you.

You're just standing there in my way
when you should be moving.
You claim that you have it all under
control but you don't know what
you're doing.

I've done all I can to be your very best friend
You turn your back and walk away.
I ask you if you need me to help you but
you only continue to push me away.

My time is short and I need an answer so
will you please show some respect.
I'm being patient with you and there is
nothing you're doing but only making
making me have regrets.

Some people think they own you
if they open the door for you.
They watch your every step, they
keep an keen eye on you.

They wait for you to respond to
every demand they make.
They want it right now and they
don't care what it takes.

It's not about how much they care
for you, that's not in the plan.
They did something for you and they
expect you understand.

Nothings free anymore you brought
this down on yourself.
They will take, take, take away from
you until you have nothing left.

It's been a couple of days now and I'm
still thinking about that letter.
There's nothing within the lines I've
read that could make me feel better.

I've tossed and I've turned trying to make
myself come to an understanding.
Why would a man want me to believe his
way of thinking and to be so demanding.

Why would he want me to excuse and to
remove the God that I believe in.
Would he want me to walk away from a
God who I claim as a true friend.

Maybe the words written on this letter
wasn't what he really wanted to say.
Maybe the author of the letter wanted
to know if I've truly found my way.

I can only tell the author that the roads
will still have the pitfalls up ahead.
His letter is a prime example for me to
keep pushing on and not to be mislead.

So as I pray for the letter writer and I
wish him the very best.
God promised that the roads to heaven
will sometimes start with a test.