God can not hear me because I drown him out with drugs
God is angry because I haven’t obeyed him
I can’t hear my own thoughts because I drowned them out too
Penny for your thought
Tryna’ find something to heal me
There’s a whole where they rolled the rock on Jesus
Yet I’m still locked in past day three
Aliens, terrestrial villains
Nowhere to turn
Red light, green light
Heavy loads take camp on my ground
Where once held a thousand hugs
Left me bruised
With a cramped belly
And a thousand shrugs
You write strong and fierce. I have been drowning out thoughts and voices for years. The last several months I finally got some peace when I started praying and talking to Jesus at night when I could not sleep. Believing, knowing that he wants all of us, not changing his mind when he sees how I have acted. That’s the part I found soothing, that even with all the things I have done, he was listening, and holding me.
Yes! Thank you so much for this comment! Much needed encouragement!
Powerful! I felt this, every word!