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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am bound in the chambers of doubt I want to run His ever-redeeming Route Believing in You is getting more difficult, so difficult Faith in You has been disappearing…and it’s my fault I must trek these mountainous tribulations or I’ll be in dire trouble – life's made with several up and down decisions, leading to either hopeful happiness, tarnishing tensions or shameful sadness that lead to irritation or endurance-exalted elations When I open my eyes to Your holy hill, I want to cry my heart out to You still I need someone to hear me out somehow I want to die sometimes, yet be alive anyhow I must seek first the Kingdom before doubts' interactions Honestly, I am astonished that my condolences lacked passions My compassionate gladness has melted to misfortunate attractions Bound in the chains of doubt and I can’t unleash myself…except through repentance-intended actions Disappear from me, fear in my heart… It is tearing me to shreds from the start Cheer me on when I’m dancing merrily on stage with peace and rage In this stage of reality and strife will meet its fatality on another page I am bound to have hope and can’t get enough Of the trials I face on a daily basis, it gets rough Anxiety and angst inside keep me nervous and alone I need to dream away these sorrows till all is gone I will put the blame on me for being manic Ashamed because I don’t mean what I say all day I will grow on like a tranquility-twisting tree I will be happy-go-lucky like dolphins at sea Remember, the doubt I'm almost always ensnared with Will be but a dismissed, irrelevant, ridiculous myth God's Holy Spirit will see me through the pain and hardship I will see to it that passionate prosperity will be my next trip I will break the barrier of breaking-down battles, for I’ve put up with enough conflicts, quarrels, dissentions and confrontations alike…can’t stand and figure out the frustrations and its lamenting, squandering, squalid sensations – quit the squabbling, flabbergasting disagreements and uncalled-for, abhorred condemnations It’s a fire of evil fervor…its sole purpose is to kill the thrill we have in life, now a knife-slitting strife, butchering me with blasphemy asunder, a molded butter spilled into the grungy gutter Manifesting into awfully resentful. fretful vanity and flaming, yet freezing agony so sinister…it’s like a pain that engrains in me and festers from way under that serves to harm one another Do us all a mighty huge favor, future-of-solace-despiser – Put out doubt or end up a faithless, believer betrayer… You will mend and you will also completely comprehend a simple breeze of purely blessed blend Even if you meet your end, don’t believe it’s too late and you give up the garden of grace you tend Surrender to serenity's smooth storm of surreal satisfaction You would be on His route with no doubt-swerving distraction If you would put out That despicable doubt Replace it with joy, Faith-barren boy... It’s hollow and aimless When you feel distress Were you abandoned and hope-free? Stay with me and I will massage away the anxiety If you'd only put out doubt Just do what you need to do – halt! If not, I’m out and won’t pout This time, it wouldn’t be my fault Hard to say, but true Doubting is a drought that is lacking in nice nutrients abloom Easy to say, who knew Our doubts would soon bloom to faith after this evenings' gloom Not just put away...
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