Bad feelings
Regret
Anguish
despair
I don't have room for that anymore,
No, it don't live here.
I don't have time for selfish behavior
It is much harder over here
To be selfrighteous, or live in anger
Or hangout with my old friend,
Fear.
I'm too busy working in His Kingdom.
Being a slave to His will.
I'm just trying to get it right,
The walk with Him,
And my own will I ****.
So leave your baggage of this life
And pick up the cross.
Though the freedom He will gift you
Comes at a cost.