I cry over potential,
seen and unseen,
used, unused, and abused.
Ripped from the grasps,
wrapped in chains sunk with Osama,
Judas runs with his desires,
taking the lowly potential.
see what i mean?
there is no truth,
nothing honest, nothing pure.
I cry over potential.

No fear?
Words escape from a deceitful heart,
through dishonest lips,

I am repulsed at the thought of everyone seeing my despair,
My deepest worries plastered across my face,
like a billboard done for free,

My first prayer in the morning,
Dear Lord,
Do Not let me fear,
for I know I am being childish,
Your plan is my guide,
but my heart cannot comprehend,
I am not alright,
please stop my tears every night.

I meander through my day,
hopes of seclusion to hide my pain,
apprehension sets in as the world approaches,
I cannot hold tight to God's own promises.

This mortal life, prevents me from grasping reality.

I pray consistently for Your arms to hold me,
there only my Fears released.

Nothing comes out quite even,
My hidden Lucifer always appears flights ahead,
While I settle into *******,
Silently captured by my anxiety,
My prayers fervently surrendered
to the One I call my Almighty.
Reluctantly, I slide gracefully-
into a waltz with Lucifer,
Heals over head,
I allow him to sweep me off my feet,
but I find my heart more heavy,
more guilt laden,
than ever before.
All of the sudden,
I cry out,
My dearest Papa,
please take me away.
My eyes open, my fears release, I am in His arms.

How quickly my heart lightened as I return to my Fathers fulfilling contentment.