At the brink
I do trust.
But right now.
Just feel at the brink.
Mind zombiefied.
Manipulated by some force I cannot seem to fathom.
NO!
I don't want it to be this way!
Yada Yada.
More pain.
More pain.
To wake up the zombie.
Quick!
Before this being turns insane.
And so.
To music my soul turns
I cannot be an academic when I am a zombie
But I can still sing
I can sing till
I am jostled from my deceitful slumber.
Worship!
Just me
and my good'ol companion
my good'ol woody, 5* stringed companion.
Sitting at the dark hall way.
I feel protected, safe.
It's just me,
my voice,
and my companion.
Peace.
If only I could do this all my life.
Be just like David.
To play the harp everyday
just to please the King.
But I know the King has greater plans for me.
So.
I'll just wait,
and see,
While I fight off this insanity.
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Roman 8:37-38
"No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us.
38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a]neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord."
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