Jul 2015
I feel like a puppet.
I wish God would make up His mind.
One minute death,
the next life.
I feel like Iām in a stormy sea.
Being tossed to and fro amongst the waves,
battered and beaten down.
Please God,
release me from this.
I wish God would make up His mind.
One minute death,
the next life.
I feel like Iām in a stormy sea.
Being tossed to and fro amongst the waves,
battered and beaten down.
Please God,
release me from this.
I wrote this when we didn't know if my mom was going to live or die because of cancer. Her cancer was unresponsive to chemo, but then, all of a suddenly, there was supposedly no cancer in her body.
