Thursday, April 23, 2009
" ? ; 10:12 PM "
I am so put off. Art is totally ruining my life.
I really feel so helpless and vulnerable. I am breaking down more and more each day.
Nothing is working my way, i don't understand why, i've been faithfully praying everyday, i know there's a glitch in my mindset, i just don't know where.
I am feeling really helpless.
I can't think straight, my mind isn't focus. I am dubious, and I know i MUST have total faith in God. But somehow, i just feel like i'm resting on my laurels doing nothing. I want to work hard, but i just don't have the strength, and this whole post is an oxymoron i know.
I just feel like a failure, and i know all these thoughts are coming from the devil, i'm like on spiritual dehydration. Gasp gasp. My life feels so empty. I feel like i'm off balance. i feel emo all the time without knowing way, i'm walking astray, I don't WANT to turn away from God, but the bitterness of this world, its getting to me, its getting to me.
So thirsty, so hungry, when Lord? When? I need you to come breathe in me.
I was sure by now
God, You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with You"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
Every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with You"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away
I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
Though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
I want to scream my head off.
Pointless, so pointless, this world is pointless, but God, you know all this.
And I know that even in times of trial, I must bless your name, because you are good all the time, no matter where i am.
God bless the people
