Worries of this World trying to over take me.
I try not to pout and hold on but I wonder...
How can blessings, be taken?
Where is provision, where is help, Am I not standing on the rock that can not be moved?
Is this a test, I feel like I am failing.
Am I being broken down so I can be built back up?
I feel my old hard heart speaking, see.. this is what you get for hoping, did you really think it was all for you to keep. This is the same story of your life all over again. Dreams are silly and only get crushed. You don't appreciate, there is no unconditional.. all love can be taken.
Another voice speaks and says wait, patients is key, all is not lost just yet and on the other side is joy. Put pride aside.
And the hard heart says back.. you can't live in denial and must prepare for the worst, there is no hope for this situation. No miracle at the midnight hour. You never deserved it, there was no care, life just isn't fair. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. You are too small for it to matter anyway. This is nothing compaired to what is to come.
A conflict in my soul.
Are you trying to get my attention.. you have it. All is out of my hands and control.