Time’s ticking; winding down the clock on me. I keep seeing all this waste I’ve been keeping inside my soul.
I’m trying to clear out all this junk in my head that is keeping me down.
My heart has accumulated too many scars to sustain any new love.
My neck is sore and my jaw aches. Is this a warning that it is all too late? Fate, have you come for me?
I count down the days, two weeks passed between you and me. I wait anxiously for this time to pass so I can be set free.
How many more chances will I have to start over again?
One more last chance to get this right; hold on tight, I’m in for a bumpy ride.
I’m afraid every night and every day. All the fear constricts my movements to the bare necessities.
The air I breathe is precious to me. Each thought a rare commodity. My dreams spiral out into empty atmospheres.
Doubt the doubt; I hear the whispers in the darkness calling out to me; reaching out for me again.
I’m not safe inside myself. It is time to move past the past and grab hold of His hand and let him lift me up towards His light!
No more empty plates. His atonement promises me a clean slate. There is no perfection in my current state.
I trip and fall repeatedly to get close to God’s glory.
I can’t stop now. I’m so close to receiving the blessings promised to me. I can’t afford to lose this war.
I zealously protect this good I have left in me. Repentance has opened all these beautiful doors for me.
I see life blooming where once all I saw was death looming.
Perspective has shifted me into how God sees me, I am His child. I am His daughter.
I am light. I am truth. I am love.
Because He is light; Because He is truth; Because He is love;
I can dance in the warm embrace of His acceptance.
I feel like a janitor sweeping up after a five alarm fire. I only have one broom and a dust pan, but I won’t stop cleaning up this mess until I get every ash and ember swept up and thrown away. I will be clean again. I will shine again.
Time will run out for me here, but on the other side eternity never does.
The sky won’t always be blue and I won’t always be content.
I will always have God.
He will always have me in his arms.
His love is always here for me.
I’m trying to clear out all this junk in my head that is keeping me down.
My heart has accumulated too many scars to sustain any new love.
My neck is sore and my jaw aches. Is this a warning that it is all too late? Fate, have you come for me?
I count down the days, two weeks passed between you and me. I wait anxiously for this time to pass so I can be set free.
How many more chances will I have to start over again?
One more last chance to get this right; hold on tight, I’m in for a bumpy ride.
I’m afraid every night and every day. All the fear constricts my movements to the bare necessities.
The air I breathe is precious to me. Each thought a rare commodity. My dreams spiral out into empty atmospheres.
Doubt the doubt; I hear the whispers in the darkness calling out to me; reaching out for me again.
I’m not safe inside myself. It is time to move past the past and grab hold of His hand and let him lift me up towards His light!
No more empty plates. His atonement promises me a clean slate. There is no perfection in my current state.
I trip and fall repeatedly to get close to God’s glory.
I can’t stop now. I’m so close to receiving the blessings promised to me. I can’t afford to lose this war.
I zealously protect this good I have left in me. Repentance has opened all these beautiful doors for me.
I see life blooming where once all I saw was death looming.
Perspective has shifted me into how God sees me, I am His child. I am His daughter.
I am light. I am truth. I am love.
Because He is light; Because He is truth; Because He is love;
I can dance in the warm embrace of His acceptance.
I feel like a janitor sweeping up after a five alarm fire. I only have one broom and a dust pan, but I won’t stop cleaning up this mess until I get every ash and ember swept up and thrown away. I will be clean again. I will shine again.
Time will run out for me here, but on the other side eternity never does.
The sky won’t always be blue and I won’t always be content.
I will always have God.
He will always have me in his arms.
His love is always here for me.
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