My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick, Jeremiah 8;18...what can I do Lord to move pass this?...internal lament. Oh how I desire to be free of it. The physical and mental trip...has me contemplating jumping this big red ship. Only you can restore my spiritual grip...flip the emotional script...release me from any Titanic relationships. Transform and Renew My Mind...pardon my errors and unintentional crimes...perpetrated upon myself and mankind. Please deliver me from my own worst enemies...regardless of the fact that they just might be...ME, MYSELF and I!
I keep my friends close...and my enemies closer, Mommy Dearest
