Summary: Two ruling powers in my life: depression and God. But I can't serve two masters. My poem of jumbled thoughts and overall worship of God.
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The way I am
The way you are
Don't touch the positive to the negative
Yet your calls touch me like
The sound of silence
But beyond me, you are there
Through the fog and the rain and the storms
You wait to hold me
Only you can purify me
Only you can erase
This pain that threatens to take hold
And destroy me
Losing handholds
Fighting my way to the top
You give and take
You took my savior...
But that's the lesson in this.
Only you are my savior
Only you can heal me
My eyes, though have seen many sights,
Wish to seek you alone
Blessed are the brokenhearted
For they will be healed.
I'm tired of waiting, God.
Only you can give me everything I want
Only you can end my suffering.
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