The intensity of feelings,pain,emotions unexpressable,
It builds up burning in an endless inferno of chaos
Endlessly churning within my small, complicated soul

Confusion mixed with, supressed by certain assurances I must lean on Him, but the darkness hides His face from
My puny eyes, so I must search ceaselessly for His hand,
Or else I grasp at rotten platforms of pretense and fall

Nothing is simple enough to comprehend on our own And yet nothing is so complex that we cannot be shown
As long as we are shown by The One who loves us truly
Oh King shower thy grace upon me, scrape away the scales
Gives me eyes to see Thy purety and goodness
For the shadow is temporary, but the Kind is eternal



I failed badly today, but He is merciful. My soul is tired,
Tata