A Little Talk With My God

I've tried to store away my fears, mistakes and sorrows but the seem to resurface again on the morrow I've tired to reason, excuse and justify my problems and addiction hoping that I'd have the fortitude to no longer be in this prediction I've tried to talk to my sisters and to my mother I've tried to talk to my father and to my brothers but the one who I really need to talk to the most Is God, my creator, my heavenly host I've danced and pranced all throughout my life I've ducked and dodged bullets of emotional strife as a substance abuser I thought that I was in control too high to contemplate that I was losing my very soul yet the one who is in control and aware of everything Is God, my spiritual generator, my judge, my King Now the next time when I have something important to say I will turn to Father God get on my knees and pray He will hear my words of my thoughts He is concerned His Holy Spirit will infuse me so that I can better discern that at my weakest times, God will be my strength His love for me is unconditional and will go to any length a God of a second chance and not condemnation a most forgiving God full of salvation a merciful and comforting God of this I have no doubt having a little talk with my God and letting Him know what I'm all about