Again and again I go back to it.
To its slimy and suffocating grasp.
It’s clawed grip on my heart.
Why am I not committed?
Maybe a part of me likes this world I am in.
Maybe a part of me likes how broken the world is.
Maybe a part of me doesn’t want the world to get better.
My spirit and flesh is weak then who can I fight with and against?
Don’t let me go there again....o please.
I want to be led into that promised land.
What if I can’t make it?
What if I am not perfect.
Not the perfect leader...the perfect child of God.
Why am I stressing?
Can’t
B r
E a the.
Oh the pain of the grip on my heart.
It’s claws digging deep.
It’s claws crushing it.
Can’t
B r E
A t
H. E....
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
Again and again I go back to it.
To its slimy and suffocating grasp.
It’s clawed grip on my heart.
Why am I not committed?
Maybe a part of me likes this world I am in.
Maybe a part of me likes how broken the world is.
Maybe a part of me doesn’t want the world to get better.
My spirit and flesh is weak then who can I fight with and against?
Don’t let me go there again....o please.
I want to be led into that promised land.
What if I can’t make it?
What if I am not perfect.
Not the perfect leader...the perfect child of God.
Why am I stressing?
Can’t
B r
E a the.
Oh the pain of the grip on my heart.
It’s claws digging deep.
It’s claws crushing it.
Can’t
B r E
A t
H. E....
Please keep me in prayer brothers and sisters in Christ :)
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