I a woke today hurting pretty bad. Thoughts go thru my head, alway assuming the worst. Kind of sad.Such a pestimistic view. One feed by a curse.
The curse is as it always was. Is as it has always been. I guess it's all because, I wrestle with my sin. It's easy to get caught up in yourself. Putting faith upon a shelf.
Why must I feel sorry for myself? What fool knows the truth, but chooses a lie? I hear the words of my mother, Ruth. If you only believe, you'll get by. Then I hang my head and cry.
Oh if I could see beyond the doult and the fear. If only I could see God. I would like to bend his ear. Ask him why, babies are born with out limbs. Does it matter to him?
Why must the struggles continue on. All the while hoping my pain would be gone. Everything seems to be a blur. As tears fill my eyes. I, remembering her. To suffer for months only to die.
I have so many questions yet I understand why. For we live in a world built to die. So this is not my home. I know I must travel on. For somewhere beyond the stars, someday I'm going.
I guess faith is believing in what you can't see. So now I ask God to please forgive me. I just a fool to rant and rave. In your hands I give my soul. Knowing only you can save.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-12-06 07:57:32
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