Here we go again. Another worship service that I didn't get to participate in. All they did was squirm and fight me the whole time. I didn't get anything out of the service except frustration of trying to make them behave.
I want it out, I want it out, This desire in my heart. I want it out, I want it out, So the sin won't start. I need relief, I need relief, From this damaging thought. I need relief, I need relief, Before I am caught. I'm praying, I'm praying, For the struggle to be … Continue reading Poem: Haunting Desire
I'm enraged with nothing to be enraged about. Where does this come from? What is wrong with me? This is not me, but it is me.