I didn’t get any sleep
I was afraid I’d miss something
Lines kept flowing in and out
Working out through the surface
Because I don’t really talk
Because I don’t have any friendly friends
My vacuum gets hard
I’m confused notebook this doesn’t make any sense
And God I’m afraid I’m in the wilderness
Complaining and moaning
Acting foolish trashing my tent
In front of the promised land
Like nah I’d rather stay here
And dream of it all instead.
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So I’m gonna write it all out
I’m going to love using these pens
Because I feel it all depends on praying
Reading my Bible plus working out my salvation while trembling
Checking my notes
To see where I’ve been
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I didn’t get any rest
So much to pray think about and confess
Washing machine nights in my head
Reading scriptures paying attention triple when the words are red
Because I know there’s nothing good in me
As in my flesh E D M O N D
And Jesus is the true vine
Without him I can do nothing I’ve tried at least thousand times
The enemy hates when I pray
Yells I’m doing it wrong and no hears what I say
Then why are you angry
Then why try to get me to forfeit my life
Then distractions
Like nah I’d rather stay here and daydream
Repeat.
What are you thinking about after reading this?