Code 142 gives me a license to complain...directly to YOU (GOD)...so that, I choose to do. Spell out all my troubles in detail...raise Holy hell. About what's bothering me...whether others understand or even see...what's aggravating me. As the unseen enemy attacks...effecting the way I react...to the stimuli. Oh how I rely...on God to hear my cry. For this is my first and last chance...to avoid the danger that is advancing...because you know how I'm feeling. Down and out...sinking in despair...I smell the sent of depression in the air. Oh where...oh where, is the exit? The neon sign that reflects it...must be disconnected. There's got to be a way to reconnect it! I'll take the negative energy and redirect it. Shout...Lord have mercy...these feelings have taken control of me...."Please come and rescue me!" My flare gun is almost on empty. But I will reload...let my complaints explode...to a higher power...rebuke the devil louder...because I got a license to vent...that's exactly what Psalm 142 meant. So, "I cry to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication. I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.", Psalm 142: 1-2...quick, fast and on the double...for there is a, no bar code...when it comes to God and suffering souls!
