Mind

 

 Those uphill battles are wearin' you down

The mountians are gettin' the best of you

You want to keep going but your brain is like "No way."

Your feet and hands are red and raw.

Your heart is a bleeding mess.

You say, "This can't be the last. There is too much at stake!"

 

 

 

Your head hangs with tiredness.

But then your ears hear it
Your eyes see it

Your feet touch it

Your soul feels it

The Love of Christ

Pullin' you out of the mess.

 

 

Feel the strength flow into you once again

Rise to fight the everyday battles

of your sick and dying mind.

 

 

 

Rebekah~Lynn