I'm going through some heavy things. It seems like this world ain't getting any better. The more I try to get closer to You, the farther I run from Your throne.
I've spent so many nights wondering when will it end? When will the day come when happiness begins? I'm running the race, but it seems too hard to win. I'm sick of mourning, and my stomach is throwing up in the morning.
I'm calling for help and watching it melt away. My heart's been put on display and put away. In many ways and many times I told myself it was okay. I just tell myself that it was okay. I won't approve the problems and just kept it to fade away. And, anger was the price that was paid. While these faded dreams just screamed to bring them home.
I've spent so many nights wondering when will it end? When will the day come when happiness begins? I'm running the race, but it seems too hard to win. I'm sick of mourning, and my stomach is throwing up in the morning.
I'm calling for help and watching it melt away. My heart's been put on display and put away. In many ways and many times I told myself it was okay. I just tell myself that it was okay. I won't approve the problems and just kept it to fade away. And, anger was the price that was paid. While these faded dreams just screamed to bring them home.
The burden was too heavy and I kept running from the throne. I can't take it any longer. I can taste my spirit hunger. Now, I'm one of the spiritual disaster runner. In the world that full of evil's dreamer.
God please help me get home.
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