2 Corinthians 12: 9,10 Picture a man: hollow, wasted, alone in pain Picture a room: six walls, cold, 'home' See: a man fighting to find his knees, prayer was a last resort Can you see: a God: working despite the frailty and feebleness of humanity? Praise God!!
all my heroes ..now dead golden heroes ..now lead ancient pages well read music playing in my head
shattered windows closed shut communication lines cut earth quaking under my bed heroes in my mind ..now dead
SaNiTy taking a fall head in my hands my back to the wall sAnItY thrown to the ground pulling me down to nothing at all
Pain..take it away
TrAgEdY courting the knife threatens my life leaving me cold tRaGeDy strikes me at home cuts to the bone sanity sold
MiSeRy sends me reeling tears at my being kicking and screaming
LIBERTY comes when i'm kneeling poised to reveal our flesh is weak but the Spirit is willing!
Praise God! He has taken away my pain Praise God! Amen!