Being here at times feels like a sick mind game.
God take the pain and fill me with good. Revive me.
I ask Him to take this madness away, make it all better.
Calm the winds from my chest to a sweet, gentle breeze once again.
Dry the tears from heaven that fall from my eyes.
Free me from the vines that choke me.
I’m in bondages and the more I let go of, the less I have to hold on too.
Where’s the peace you promised?
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