A thousand times I want to soften my heart, and a thousand times I know I can't. A thousand times I want to give in to desire, a thousand more times I know I can't. Trust in the Lord, He'll deliver you from wrongs. You'll know when things will flow on, for God shall speak a peace in your heart. And hence I shall leave it all up to God, whatever comes I'll have a heart of gratitude. For every plan in His hands is perfect, may His will be done in whatever comes. At times I do not understand why some things happen the way they do, but still I praise His Holy name. Life's undulating, it's never a straight road, and God Himself never said it was easy. But I'll trust in Him, I'll suffer in His name, and when the end comes, I know He'll deliver me. By pillars I am crushed, on wings I shall fly. In mud I sleep, on sweet meadow I shall. I'd give to the Lord all my possessions, for when I have nothing, I have everything. Reduce me, Father, to a minuscule, let every commoner ridicule, for there is nothing I have to fear. Take me down to grime and dirt, let horses stomp and pigs ignore, for every step I take with you puts a jeweled crown upon my head. Spit on me, spurn my name, but not Thy name in perjury, nor put Thy holiness in false wrongs. But love my enemies as You'd love Your child, for they didn't know, they didn't know.

Speak to me, O' Lord Almighty, for Your voice rings loud and true and deep. I will hear You, I will receive You, I will do as You say. For then shall I have peace in my heart, and shall I be blessed beyond measurable. Yesterday I chose to hear what the world speaks, today I choose to live in belief. Never can the Lord my God be wrong, never will He leave me in a throe. Through faith I live, through love I exist, always shall I bow down to my Lord Almighty, for there is nothing without Him. Bless the souls that cry out in need, bless the souls that suffer in grief, for no tears can be dried but by the hands of my Father, no heart can be healed but by His touch so tender.

Despondence, gloom, one upon the other,
Bright lights, flashes, one and altogether.
Bustling around are demons in white,
While I lie in a prison caged by my plight.
My eyes semi-open in a half-lucid state,
The seconds flutter and the nights drone by.
When shall day ever come again,
Will I see the sun and the sky?
The hands that grope are couth and gentle,
Yet upon each touch I wince and shudder.
What is it like to move my own feet,
How is it like to be able to breathe,
When shall I speak the voice in my head?