Hold my hand , Oh so tightly, Lord I can’t seem to break free from the hoard The battle is raging within and without I stop and realize what this is all about

** Note: I did not write down the day or time of this dream, but it was memorable, and I knew in my spirit it was from the Lord. In the dream, I was driving my truck at night down a dark dirt road, and I was going at normal speed. Suddenly, I turned right at a fork in the road, which was unfamiliar. And I said to myself, Oh no, I did not want to go this way. I made a mistake. Why did I turn this way? Realizing I had taken a wrong turn, I tried to stop the truck by hitting the

Wild Weed to Flower I don’t want to talk about the things that cause me pain. I want them to go away. What is their gain When I have wronged, my heart feels so sad. I cringe and squirm beneath the shame of my bad. My heart is broken, my soul is sad. This happens when I've done something I shouldn't have. Lord, what are you showing me? What sin have you uncovered, I want to make excuses to hide what you've discovered. The sin is there, realized or not, You brought it to my att

An enigma of my imagination, or is it for real
 The "What if?" of life
 I swallowed its pill
 It pounces on my emotions, taking charge of my life Keeping me in check and causing much strife
 Dread is its partner
 Anxiety it's fa riend
 All shouting
 Calamity, Calamity, Come on in! 
I am afraid to go, Afraid to try Afraid to move, perhaps I'll die
 Afraid to see, afraid to grow Afraid to change, afraid to know.
 Afraid to love, afraid to cry Afraid of truth, so I'll just lie.