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?

sk