How can you want me to remain in this jail?
No freedom is granted and it feels like hell.
I’m trying to rise above the trials,
But it’s taking me a while.
It feels like no matter what I do I find myself in a bigger hole,
And I feel so cold.
Did He disappear?
Does He know this is what I fear?
I hate being thrown to the ground.
However, when I get up I won’t make a sound.
I try to stand tall but I just fall.
I no longer know who to call.
I can’t handle the pressure that’s building around me.
I can hardly even see.
I don’t know which way to turn,
And my heart just burns.
God if you’re there take my hand,
And help me to stand.
If I’m your child hold me close to you,
Show me what to do.
I can’t make it through on my own.
I can’t even make it to calling a friend on the phone.
Don’t let me down,
Please show me you’re around.
I can’t handle another lie,
I just might die.
I can’t handle the stress,
So I must confess:
I need you in my life.
I need you to help me during my strife.
I’ve been hurt so many ways I can’t explain,
But each one left a horrible stain.
You are the only one who can rescue me,
Will you help me?
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He will... He just doesn't always do it when and how we imagine (at least, He usually keeps me guessing until the last possible moment.) Hang in there, and let God work through His people. And keep writing! :-)
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