Real Talk

Submitted By: Katherineanderson

Real Talk Heavenly Father, who sits on high I know you hear me when I cry, I know you see me when I try, but some times Iím feeling like you pass me on by. Which makes me want to give up and live a lie, but then you remind me that you got my back, I would rather die then to not live your life. So I ask myself why? When all around me I see your blessings multiply, through your love and grace, which helps me to keep the faith. Is this the only way Iíd make it through challenging and then looking for your grace. The world makes me feel like I canít take it no more. So itís me again on bended kneeís asking my father for the keys that free my mind heart and soul oh Precious Lord help me to keep control of my mind. The devil tempts and tryís to pleasure me but lord I know you cover me. Heavenly Father, who sits on high I know you hear me when I cry, I know you see me when I try, but some times Iím feeling like you pass me on by. Which makes me want to give up and live a lie, but then you remind me that you got my back, I would rather die then to not live your life. My flesh weakened day by day, itís your grace that keeps my faith. Loving and seeing your face is my only goal. To hold your hand, to be lead by you through the land of free where God is love thatís the day I dream of. Your grace gets me through the day and fillís my soul with peace until my mind wonders again. So thank you for dealing with my uncertainty with who I am and not who you are.

Author: Katherine Anderson
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