Sometimes I feel like saying,
"You don't know what it's like!"
You don't know what it's like to feel trapped in a reality you can't seem to shake no matter how many times someone tells you the truth.
These thoughts return from afar. Dragging their feet like zombies... You fill with terror as they trudge into your sanity. Death is the only fruit that these sorts of thoughts can bring.
"Remember child,
This battle is not of flesh and blood,
Equipped with truth and all authority,
You fight from victory."
Just when will your kingdom come?
Lord, we long for your returning...
More than a glimpse of Your glorious train.
We need you, Jesus,
To come wipe the tears...
To restore all that has been broken.
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