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Please help me, I'm struggling.
I take two steps forward, and then a step back. The bills keep on mounting, they make quite a stack. I'm straining for daylight, but everything's black. I'm serious, I'm struggling. God help me, I'm struggling. I'm a right Jeremiah, I constantly moan. Between pain and frustration is my life's zone, And my "song in the night" is a torn-from-me-groan. I'm serious, I'm struggling. Oh,Lord, I am struggling. I don't expect handouts, or even some fun. I just wish I knew when this all would be done. I think I'm glad God won't let me near a gun.... I'm serious, I'm struggling. Sweet Jesus, I'm struggling. The fever is on me, my mind's out of whack. For every step forward, I'm forced two steps back. I know that I'm very soon going to crack. Serious. I'm struggling. Dear friend, I'm struggling. There's nothing left in me,no wind in my sails. I've even run out of my "if all else fails...." The smile on my face is held there with nails. Seriously, I'm struggling. To breathe, I'm struggling. Don't ask what it is you can do, I don't know. Or I'd lie, and say we're on the way, but oh... Please pray for me.I've never been so low. But I'm struggling. Trying,but struggling. So,if I get silly,well,just play along. You know I won't tell you how badly it's wrong. But my will to make YOU smile is still just as strong, Though I'm struggling. |
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